Everything should be perfect.
That was the thought that went through Hermione's mind as she contemplated her daughter's relationship with Draco Malfoy's son. But she couldn't keep deluding herself of the fact that deep inside, her daughter's happiness was the cause of her own grief.
It wasn't because Hermione was against Scorpius and Rose's relationship. It was the fact that they were free to fall in love and let the world know; without the limitations that kept her and Draco's love to be forbidden.
Yes, Draco. She and Draco were in love once. But there were too many differences. The circumstances they'd been shoved to live within weren't particularly accommodating to their contrasts. They had to hide their relationship; had to pretend that they felt nothing for each other when they discovered that their hatred was harbouring on a fine thread between love and loath.
She was selfish and he was too. But the world kept them from falling into each others' arms. And so now, their love transcended to their children.
Hermione had no doubt that Draco taught his son, Scorpius, everything that was opposite of the world he grew into. Draco knew better and although her husband, Ronald, wasn't particularly in agreement to their children's relationship, he learned to let go of past rivalries - with a little coercion from Hermione of course.
Still, standing there, carefully placing some last touches to her daughter's visage, tugged some part of her heart. She knew it was wrong to be jealous and selfish but she couldn't help but think...what if?
What if she and Draco were together and no one was against it...she knew she'd be the happiest woman alive. Draco was the only one who could fuel a fire in her heart that she knew would burn eternally.
Sadly, all she could do now was be happy for her daughter and her future son-in-law.
As she made her way out of the bride's dressing room, her cinammon orbs were caught by grey mercurial ones and her heart gave a start.
She smiled at him and with some little hesitation on his part, he smiled back.
Both of them knew that behind their smiles was a question of what if. But it was too late now, they both knew that, and the least they could do was to be happy for their children's union.
Everything should be perfect. It wasn't for me, but it must be for Rose. Hermione thought, as she sauntered towards Draco for a little chat before the ceremony began.