These characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Not me.

And it feels like this is the last chance i have to say
Every word that i've been fighting.

"Ferret."
"Granger."

They stared at each other from a five foot distance inside the railway station, her with the baggage, him with a ticket. She was leaving; he was coming home.

"Why?" It was such a simple question. For it, she had no answer. All those years of fighting equaled what? There was nothing real to show for it – hurt feelings and a sense of accomplishment? It wasn't anything that truly mattered in the long run. Brown eyes met grey.

"Goodbye, Malfoy. I passed your wife on the way in, she's waiting for you."
"Why?"

"…What?"

"I haven't called you a single name for years and you choose to use 'Ferret' as a part of your parting words to me?" His voice was monotone and his face stayed emotionless. Surprise flitted across her face – that was one question she wasn't expecting.

"What do you mean?"

The man across from her stayed silent. From what, she couldn't tell. He'd started this entire question with a question and now he couldn't even define it? Asshole. She needed to leave, to get away. He was only holding her up.

"As I said before, goodbye." She turned around and started to walk away from the man, towards the waiting train.

"Thank-you." He called out after her and she stopped, still facing away from him.

"For what?" Incredulous, her reply was muffled by the yelling of children as they ran past him.

"For always loving me despite my actions towards you," How he had ever figured that one out, she would never actually know. She turned around and suddenly, he was less than a foot away. The people walking by them were oblivious to the sudden, dramatic exchange between these two people. "It's impossible for us to be friends, not that I want to, we've been through too many things together. There are too many scars to heal, and I'm just not ready to do that. Neither are you from my point of view." He stared down at her and she realized that somehow, in the midst of that exchange, he had grabbed her hand and was holding it.

"I.. You're.. What… You're welcome." And with those words, Draco Malfoy kissed Hermione Granger in a way that was more passionate than he had ever kissed Daphne. After a few seconds, they broke apart.

"I'm sure you know what I mean when I say that I don't like you and I never will, but I do love you with every fiber of my being." Stunned, Hermione nodded. She did, she felt the exact same way. The whistle on the train blew once more; Hermione was leaving Surrey and going back to her fiancé, Ronald Weasley.

"I have to go."

Draco nodded and started to walk away. "It was nice seeing you again, Granger."
"You too, Malfoy."