I board the train once again for my final year at hogwarts. An 8th year. Professor Mcgonagall had said it would be required for the 7th years to return for a final year as the school year had been interrupted.
That's my best friend Harry. He practically saved the world. I enter the compartment and was greeted by my boyfriend, Ron. He gives me a kiss on the cheek as I sit down. I had started to giggle when he started to tickle my sides.
"Ew, get a room will you." Ginney still thought it was weird for her brother to date her best friend.
The boys started to talk about quidditch, while I read a book. Suddenly Malfoy opens the door.
"Hey Granger, can I talk to you for a minute?"
I looked at him curiously. His facial expressions did not show hate or a look of dread. It was just a shy, nervous face.
I must have shown hesitation because he started to back out.
"Wait! Yea we can talk, let's go to the back of the train."
We walked back there in silence. I opened the empty compartment and he started to spill his guts out to me.
"I am so sorry how I treated you all these years. I should have never done it and now I regret it so much. The guilt tears me apart knowing what I put you through. You have been through so much hell and I just made that hell worse than it already was. Please forgive me!"
I looked into his eyes, they were a soft grey, I could get lost in them forever. He had a pleading look on his face.
"I don't know. I can f-forgive, but I d-don't think I'll be able to f-forget."
I walked out of the compartment, and sent one last glance backward. His eyes had brightened at my words.
"Thank you, Hermione."