DHr, Draco sees Hermione on the Platform 19 Years Later AUsih, I don't own Harry Potter, obviously OneShot

He saw her there, smiling brightly. He set his eyes upon her then, some twenty years past. He fell for her there, so long ago, he was pretty sure his heart still beat for her.

He almost liked her there one year past, secret to everyone but himself. He knew he liked her. Alot.

He loved her there, since he reached his teens. He couldn't tell Father, though he knew something was wrong with his son. She was a Mudblood.

He had a son now, with one he didn't truly love. A Pureblood son, of course. Father made it so. He saw a glimmer below his little Dragon's platimum hair, his silver eyes lingering a while longer than they should have over a reddish-brown bushy haired girl.

He heard his daughters voice from behind him. His little angel. His little Dragon still slipping glances over at the girl. He smiled down at her, and she at him. She was almost the age to go to the school.

His Dragon, he knew, would be a Ravenclaw. Nothing wrong with that. His Angel, though, he was even prouder of her. He knew she wouldn't take the same road he took, the cowardice path.

His little Gryffindor in the making. She was brave.

He looked at the families across the Platform again. There she was. She caught his eye, a tear, it seemed, was there. He yearned to wipe it away, kiss her, tell her it was alright. He wanted nothing more than to be there.

She walked over to him, his breath catching in his throat. His wife was gone. Left today. She said He hated her. He didn't disagree. She left him with his house, and his children. For that, he was grateful.

She murmered words saying she would always be there. Her Weasley, He knew, had been an Auror and died when her youngest was just one. He loved her. Still. He knew he did. He knew she would always be there. And for her, he would stay, forever. Always.

He now knew.

He knew this. All was well.