Get Over It Chapter 12: The Finale, a harry potter fanfic

A/N~ the grand finale! Thanks to all who have read along and extra gold stars to those of you who believed in reviewing. You guys are great!

Also, if you want the ending to be like the song Get Over It, you should stop reading at the first break. I deviated quite a bit from that song in this story as I'm sure everyone's noticed by now.

Disclaimer: you already know this part, it's not mine. None of it. None. Not even the song at the end, that's courtesy of Gregory and the Hawk and my stumbling across it on a Labyrinth vid on you tube.

I hesitated outside the double doors to the Great Hall. The last time I was in this room, I had been facing death, looking right into its creepy red eyes. I suppose you could say I was about to do the same thing- facing social death this time. I tugged at my tangled, bushy hair before shaking myself mentally and throwing my shoulders back. "To hell with them all."

With that said, I walked forwards and pushed the door open softly, hoping to create as little notice as possible. It didn't work due to the fact there were now only two tables (thanks to the banshee) and so nudges and head motions flew around them faster. Soon enough, there were a lot of eyes on me. Then, people seemed to shrug and go back to their meals, as if to say, "Oh, it's just Hermione Granger."

I laughed to myself in disbelief. I was back to being 'just Hermione Granger'! I couldn't tell if I was completely happy or slightly offended. There was another emotion making those seem small in comparison.

Draco Malfoy sat at the very end of the Gryffindor table, reading a book and drinking his pumpkin juice. I noticed that the plate in front of him remained stubbornly empty and that some part of him was always moving, as if it pained him to sit still. I walked slowly towards him and took a deep breath.

"Draco?"

As soon as he heard my voice his head shot up, eyes wide. He stood from his seat an d glanced me over for a good three minutes. I grew nervous under his gaze. I grew even more nervous as I watched the change come over his face. His eyes narrowed and I watched his head tilt up slightly, so that he was staring down his nose at me. "What happened to your hair?"

"Fawkes healed it when he healed my eyes." I told him shortly. This wasn't going the way I had planned. I tossed my hair back and fixed him with my most defiant glare. "Ginny can't turn it back either, so don't bother asking."

He shook his head slowly and turned back to his book with a sigh. I frowned.

"Draco?"

"What do you want?" He demanded. He began to pile food onto his plate, heaps of food as if he was suddenly starving. He paused to shoot me that dark look again. "What could you possibly expect from me?"

"A hug would be nice." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't hug filthy little mudbloods." He sneered, before shoveling some food into his mouth. I stared at him, open mouthed in disbelief. After all that shit we went through, all the lovey dovey stuff, all the 'I can change' bullocks, this is what he says to me? I slapped him smartly across the face.

"Stupid ferrety prat!" I shrieked. "I nearly died! All you cared about was my hair? God, this can't be happening! This is not how it's supposed to work out! This isn't real!"

"Hermione? Hermione, are you ok?"

I shake my head a little and turn to Ginny with a smile. "Yes, of course. I was just… thinking."

"You're worried about what he's going to say, aren't you?" She presses. She folds her arms and for a moment I see her mother instead of her. "Well don't you worry about that. If he's anything short of thrilled with you, he's going to have a world of pain waiting for him. No git's going to be a… git to my best friend!"

"Thanks, Gin." I say with a laugh as I pull her into a hug. "Honestly, I'm not going to care what his reaction is. If he hates it, then what am I doing wasting my time with him?"

"Right." She says, nodding. Then she motions to the doors in front of us. "Shall we?"

"Let's make an entrance of it." I say, nodding. Together we throw the doors open so that all attention is immediately fixed on us. There are still two tables and Draco is still seated at the end of the Gryffindor one. It makes my heart leap a little but it's too late now. His eyes are trained on my face.

"Oh, Merlin…" Ginny breathes beside me. I see she's blushing under the eyes of all the students remaining at Hogwarts (Slytherin population now 1) and for a moment I smile. Ginny more self-conscious than me? What in the name of Dobby's sock had happened?

"Hermione?" I turn at the voice and feel my courage waver a bit. This is the one pair of eyes that could turn me into a deer caught in the headlights. Draco had walked up to us while Ginny and I gazed about the room. He stood there perfectly normal in a green T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Oh, Merlin was right…

"Um, hi." I say lamely. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ginny slinking away towards the table where Harry gives her a wide smile and a kiss on the cheek.

"What happened to your hair?" Draco asks, still perfectly nonchalant. The question brings back another echo from my dream and I snap, growing furious and defensive.

"So it's back to normal, alright?" I say, throwing up my hands. He steps back a little, wide eyed. I continue, running my hands through my hair, making it stand on end. "What of it? So I'm bushy-haired Granger once more. You know what? I'm glad. Glad, glad, glad, glad, glad!"

"Hermione, that's great-"

"And I don't care if you hate it, I don't care if you never want to speak to me again. Well, if that's the case you're just a self-absorbed prick who doesn't deserve anybody and-"

"Hermione, I-"

"Shut up, I'm trying to rant!"

"And succeeding-"

"You make it awfully hard to tell you off if you keep interrupting me with stupid-"

"HERMIONE!"

"WHAT?!"

"You look beautiful." He says, running his fingers over my hair. He doesn't attempt to run them through it, no doubt afraid they would get tangled. I step back.

"Haha very funny Mr. Malfoy."

"No really, Miss Granger. I'm actually relieved your hair is back to the way it was before. As least now you're not so self-conscious."

"No you're not, you're just- wait, what? Me self-conscious when?" I stumble in disbelief.

"You were so paranoid I would hate the real you. Now you know I don't."

"But you said you would never speak to me again…"

"Well clearly I was lying." He explains, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Huh." Hermione Granger once again at a loss for words. Sometimes I just hate myself!

"Hermione?" He asks stepping close to me. His hair is haloed by the bright sunlight coming down from the enchanted ceiling and his eyes are bright. His lips are mere inches from my own and my head gets all cloudy.

"Yeah?"

"Will you do me the honor of accompanying me on a date this evening?" His lips are even closer. I lean forward a little.

"Sure…"

"Excellent" He says and I can feel his lips move against mine as he says this but before I get a chance to close my eyes and pucker up he's gone, vanishing through the doors.

"Hey!" I call after him but he's too far away.

"I'll help you get ready!" Ginny says, at once by my side again. Her eyes are glittering and she is hopping about the way she always is when she's got the scoop on something. Suddenly my eyes widen and I accuse her in hurt tones.

"You knew about all this?"

"Duh!" She replies before dragging me back out and up the stairs.

"Wait I didn't get to eat anything!"

"Not important."

"Gin, if you poke my eye out with that thing, I swear to Merlin-"

"Oh shut up, I'm not going to poke out your bloody eye." She insists, continuing to assault me with the eyeliner pencil. Then she gives my hair another once open, approving of the up-do she had produced. Finally she sits back with a smile. "There, you're finished, now hold this for me-"

She pushes a rubber duck into my hands. I frown down at it confused. We just sit on the bed for a few minutes like that until I can't take it anymore. "Uh, Gin?"

"Oh, right!" She says, reaching forward and squeezing the duck once. It quacks as I stare at her in complete disbelief. Then I feel that familiar tugging at my naval and suddenly everything whirls away from me. I land ungracefully on my butt in a familiar field of bell-like flowers and multicolored fireflies.

"Sorry about the landing." Comes a familiar voice and there's Draco, offering me his hand. I take it and he helps me to my feet. I dust myself off.

"So the duck…?"

"Portkey. Courtesy of Haven." He replied with a crooked smile. "Ginny Weasley wanted it to be a duck and since she was helping me I figured it would be rude not to oblige."

I shook with my head with a little laugh, then caught sight of our picnic. "Awesome, I'm starved!"

"Glad to hear it, I think I whiffed chicken in there…" He says as we settle on the blanket. He had a good nose. There was a full roasted chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy and bread sticks and green beans. It was a beautiful meal, not at all picnic food. When it was finished he sat back with a sigh. "Haven pampers us."

"I concur." I say settling back in the grass and gazing up at the stars. He surprises me by tugging me over so that my head rest against his shoulder. I'm being careful around him, I realize, too afraid that this just a happy dream. I nestle in closer and he sighs, content. "What are you think about then, Mr. Malfoy?"

"How nice it would be to dance with you." He replies, completely deadpan. There was no pause before his answer, it was completely honest. I laugh in spite of it.

"What? Why?"

"We've never danced Granger." He explains. "You danced so beautifully at the Yule Ball. Don't think I've forgotten."

"Of course you haven't. What with your secret obsession with Krum, I bet you were watching us like hawks." I tease, laughing. He tickles me in the side, causing me to laugh harder and squirm, but it's a good feeling.

"Little witch." He remarks.

"Give me music and then we'll dance." I say. No sooner do the words escape my lips but a soft melody starts up somewhere. I slap my forehead in disbelief but Draco is giving me one of his classic smirks. He pulls me to my feet and we begin to sway with the music. Somewhere, a voice is singing, beautifully.

If you be my star

I'll be your sky

You can hide underneath me and come out at night

When I turn jet black and you show off your light

I live to let you shine

The song is beautiful; I've never heard it before and it makes my heart ache a little. Draco's lips are close to my ear and he's whispering the words. I hold him tighter to me.

But you can skyrocket away from me

And never come back if you find another galaxy

Far from here, with more room to fly

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

I get emotional over stupid things- a movie ending, a book, a song. This is no different and I find small tears are glistening in my eyes. He kisses them away, chuckling at me. "My little emotional Hermione…"

"Shut up, you're ruining the song."

"Do you like it so much as that?"

"Very much. Who does it? It doesn't sound like the weird sisters." I remark.

"Oh it's not. It's some muggle girl… calls herself Gregory and the Hawk."

"It's beautiful." I sigh. He pulls me close again, tucking my head under his neck as we sway. I glance down and realize we're no longer safe on the ground but hovering above it, surrounded by glowing fireflies and that beautifully soft music. So unlike my coveted Avril, but so beautiful regardless.

If you be my boat

I'll be your sea

The depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity

Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze

I live to make you free

But you can set sail to the west if you want to

Past the horizon til I can't even see you

Far from here, where the beaches are wide

Just leave me your wake to remember you by…

Draco slips a ring onto my finger then and I glance up at him, alarmed.

"Don't freak out, this isn't a proposal. It's more of a promise ring. My mum sent it to me today after I owled her. It's just to remind you that no matter what, no matter if your hair is straight or wild, I love you." He says, peering deep in my eyes. I nod with a teary smile and throw my arms around his neck. The silver ring feels just right.

"I'm so happy." I murmur contentedly.

"Happy to be of service." He replied with a laugh.