A/N: So, It's been forever. I've been really bad about getting this story written. So, I finished it. This is the last chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy. Oh, and btw: I don't care what her name is supposed to be. I haven't read every interview J.K. has given since she wrote the books, but as far as I'm concerned, it's not technically cannon. So, I know it's not "right", and you can just stick it up your…. Just kidding. Please enjoy guys!

Disclaimer: Not mine!

I didn't know how exactly this had happened. I used to be a nice girl. Sweet, for a few years even. But then I was a girl who got what she wanted. But now, I just felt like a bitch.

My father was still shouting at me from the doorway, but I wasn't listening to him. Scorpius was moaning on the floor while his mother fawned over him, but I wasn't listening to them either. Draco had just walked out of here. He hit his son and looked at me. Somehow, in the middle of my master plan, I made him feel something for me that wasn't just physical. And now it screwed everything up.

"Can you all please shut up," I said, my voice low but they all heard it.

"I'm just so disappointed in you," my father muttered, like I wanted everyone to be quiet so I could listen to him lecture me.

"Trust me, Dad. I feel the same. Now, I'm naked. And while I know that I'm incredibly hot, it'd probably be less awkward if you all backed out for a few minutes so I could put my clothes back on. Sound good?"

"You are such a-"

"Shut up, Malfoy. Just go."

With a strained look between the two Malfoy's, they collected themselves. Amazing how that family makes being kicked out looked glamorous. Malfoy pulled himself to his feet, and clenched his jaw. He offered a hand to his mother, who was still kneeling on the floor. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and allowed him to help her to her feet.

My dad was not so graceful. "I'll be right outside, and we will be having a talk, young lady."

And then they all left me alone. I tossed back the sheets and looked for my underwear. It's funny how clothing you put somewhere before you have sex is never there after you have sex. And not after three other people barge into the room and shout, lecture, and punch each other.

I found them under the pillow. My bra was on top of his wardrobe. I tried looking for my robes, but gave up and just put on some of Draco's robes.

Then I sat down. Not on the bed, because somehow I couldn't bring myself to go back on it. Not after everything I just saw from there. I sat on the floor, leaning my back against the wall. I used to do it when Mom and Dad would fight, find a corner and press my back to it. It would make me feel safe, like nothing could get me.

Draco hit his son. Because he called me a whore. Scorpius Malfoy called me a whore, and I didn't even care. Those words didn't hurt me coming from him. Even my father's eyes, judging me. The words that he threw at me, that didn't really hurt either. I just felt like I was supposed to feel bad, and I was a little embarrassed that he saw me naked.

But it didn't hurt. Nothing really hurt me. I was cold and dead inside. I realize that now. Cold calculating me. I didn't even care what my father thought about me. I planned for months how to ruin Scorpius's life, and his reactions didn't even have an effect on me. I just didn't care. I don't know how that happened.

But what did bother me, what did hurt, was that look Draco gave me before I walked out. That one last look, when he met my eyes and I could see everything he thought. Draco Malfoy was sorry. He was sorry that he hurt me and sorry that he hit his son and sorry that he didn't figure out what I was doing. And that made me feel sorry. Sorry that I ever pulled him into this mess.

It was something. It was a pity I had felt for someone other than myself, and that hadn't happened in too long.

I got up, leaving the safety of my corner. I walked out the door, prepared to face whatever was out there.

The Malfoy's were gone, but there was my father. I tried to sidestep him, but I should have known that wouldn't work. "Rose, come back. We need to discuss this."

I tried my best not to roll my eyes. It was just too juvenile, but my eyes did it anyway. "Dad, we do not need to talk about anything." I wanted to leave. I needed to see Draco.

"You slept with Draco Malfoy! You know who he is, right?"

"Yes, he's your mortal enemy, the scum of the earth, the spoiled little rich kid who tormented you all through school. Yes, I know the stories."

"Then, what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that the world didn't revolve around you, Dad. Sorry." I started to walk away again, but I knew it was going to be no use.

"He's evil," my dad said, and I stopped again. I had to get end this.

"No, he's not. He's – well, he's mean. That's all. And I'm mean too."

"You aren't mean. A little promiscuous, but you aren't-"

"Like Mom, you mean." I was still cold. I knew exactly what to say to make this conversation over. And it felt terrible.

"What?"

"Promiscuous, but not mean. Just like Mom."

"Your mother has absolutely-"

"Everything to do with this," I said. I looked him straight in the eyes, and he turned away. And I thought that was all I needed. I started to back up.

"It was some guy from her office," he said. I froze. "Just a guy, but your mother fell for him. His intelligence, you know. It's Hermione, after all. You remind me of her so much, sometimes." He didn't look at me, just stared at the wall.

"Are we doing closure now, or something?"

My dad shrugged. "That'd be pretty hard to manage. You go. I'll talk to you later."

I thought about staying for a second. Then I left.

Slowly, mind you. I didn't run. I didn't want this to be like the scenes in the cheesy Muggle romances that Mom made me watch, where the girl runs to get the guy in the end. This wasn't like that. But I wanted to stay and talk to my dad, to understand why things turned out the way they did. But I needed to tell Draco that I understood what he did and why he did it and that I was sorry too.

So I walked. I took my time. And I tried not to act surprised when I turned a corner and saw him walking towards me, with the same slow pace.

We both stopped. Immediately. Fifty feet away and all we could do was stare at each other. He was paler than usual, with pink on his cheeks from the cold. His mouth was pressed into a line.

"Look," I started, my voice echoing through the empty hallway.

He shook his head and took a few steps forward.

And then Professor Adams appeared behind him. "Professor Weasley, what a coincidence that we run into you. I need a word. With both of you."

"What is it?"

"Well," she said, passing Draco and closing the space in between us. Draco followed. "This is about fraternizing between coworkers."

"Oh, that," I said, looking at Draco. I looked at Draco, and he raised his eyebrows at me. Of course he hadn't told. What a stupid thing to think.

"Selena Malfoy filled me in on everything. Seems that you two were getting a little friendly tonight. I'm going to have to fire both of you."

"What?" Draco said.

"I do believe you heard me, Mr. Malfoy."

"This is ridiculous. I've worked here for years. You can't just swoop in here and fire me for something so – so – so preposterous. She's an adult, and so am I. It wasn't effecting our work, this is –"

"Inappropriate," Professor Adams said, folding her hands. "And you both know that. You especially, Mr. Malfoy, should have seen this coming. Your history, on this campus and off it, has been -"

"So, we're being fired?" I said. "This is crazy. Professor, we are both good at what we do-"

"Rose," Draco cut in. "This isn't about you."

"Not about me? I thought this was – this was about – isn't this about me?"

Professor Adams smiled; it was a cold smile. "You understand me," she said. Draco looked back, his face stern. She didn't ask, and I knew that he really did understand.

"I don't understand," I cut in.

"I was a Death Eater," he said, shrugging.

"You probably don't even remember her name," Adams said, the creepy smile not leaving her face.

"Yes, I do. Look, I did know that you knew her, but that wasn't my fault."

"She died in front of you, Mr. Malfoy. Charity died. I loved her and she died," the smile was gone, replaced with cold hate. "And I've wanted you gone that minute I saw you. Which is why I arranged for a conniving young apprentice with her own agenda to be in your classroom. Now, if you and Ms. Weasley would please leave the premises, I would be much obliged." She swept her robes across the floor, and left.

There was a moment where neither of us spoke. There was only staring, anywhere but at each other. I knew Draco had had troubles in his past. I knew that he did things he wasn't proud of, that whole incident with Dumbledore, for instance. The news about him witnessing a death didn't shock me.

"We both got played?" he said softly.

I let out a deep breath. And then just started laughing. "This is so fucked up," I managed to get out before leaning against the wall.

Malfoy started laughing too, the hysterical laugh when no one really knows what else to do. "Yeah, it really is. I have no job, no family, no place to live, and it's all Professor Adams's fault? What the hell?"

But the hilarity died down when we both realized that this was actually a serious situation. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "I mean, you really can't go back home now, can you?"

"Something tells me that Selena would probably curse my balls off," he said.

I nodded. "Well, I've got nothing to do now. Getting fired from your first job usually means that your second job is harder to get."

"Especially when you get fired from the most famous wizarding school in history."

"Yeah, it makes it tough. Plus, now that my own agenda has ended, I'm not sure if I even want to teach charms anymore. It can get pretty boring."

He reached out a hand towards me. "Those children can be so annoying too."

"Very true," I said, taking his hand. It felt relaxing to hold onto something. Especially someone who understood me so well.

"So, what should we do now?"

Within an hour, we were both packed. We headed out, walking across the snow-covered Hogwarts grounds for the last time. When we reached the end of the grounds, we held hands, and Apparated. Love was a bit of a stretch, but we had an understanding. And so we left together.

A/N: I know. A bit rushed. I just felt that if I was in the mood to write this (which I don't get into very often) I might as well go for it and get it finished. Hope you all liked it! Please review.