I thought that this deserved a nice little epilogue(:

19 Years Later…

Oh Ron, I can't believe you're pressuring them already I thought, but I laughed along with the rest of our families. Until I caught sight of where everyone was looking. At Draco Malfoy. Who was standing with his wife and child. Damn him, damn his family, damn everything about him.

And how dare he act civilized towards Harry. Why the hell did he do that? Sure, we may have saved his life, but that was only because…well I couldn't explain why. But it wasn't something I wanted to remember about him. No, the only thing I wanted to remember about Draco Malfoy was the way he'd acted as his aunt tortured me. Me! The one he'd once believed to be his true love. Well isn't he just full of bullshit. Just like his little nod, that was bullshit, he's not thankful, he's never thankful for everything. I learned that when he watched his ex-girlfriend get tortured without saying anything.

I cried when Rose's hand, waving out of the window of the train, disappeared around the corner. That was my little girl, gliding away from me on the scarlet train. "It's something, isn't it? Their first day of Hogwarts?" A smooth voice behind me said. I turned around and there he was. Miraculously, his wife had disappeared, and my family was talking in a tight-knit circle, a bawling Lily at the center.

I tried to keep my voice calm as I said, "Please move aside." I hoped he could pick up a tone of iciness in my voice. I don't think it worked.

"We're both adults here, Hermione."

"Yeah well, I disagree. An adult is someone who sticks with their promises, for example, when they say they'll love someone forever, they don't let them get tortured without saying anything."

"You know I only broke it off because I was a Death Eater."

"I am aware. And I'm not being hostile towards you because of that. I'm very happy. I married Ron Weasley and have two kids."

"I know."

"I, Mr. Draco Malfoy, have values. I don't meddle with the wrong people."

"They were my family, what was I supposed to do?"

"Maybe defend me, maybe help me! But I'm sorry, I guess I hadn't realized that when you become a Death Eater you lose all human emotion. Maybe that's something I should have known, since you were distant the entire sixth year." And that's when I pushed past him, making sure to hold my head high and brush my shoulder against his harshly.

"Hermione," He called after me, but I didn't turn around. "I'm sorry."

"I don't believe you. Malfoy's are above guilt, aren't they?" I faced him again, tears coating my cheeks now, for Rose and for him.

"You really shouldn't be crying, your daughter will be back for Christmas." I said nothing. "You know, my little Scorpius is starting today as well."

"That's nice."

He reached up a thumb and wiped my cheek clean. "I really am sorry," Draco said. And with that, he kissed my cheek and disappeared into the mist.