"I was wondering where you were," A voice whispered in his ear, as he felt a pair of delicate arms hug him around the waist from behind. Draco Malfoy tensed, and turned his head to the right in surprise, and saw a petite figure with a mass of chestnut colored hair. He took a deep breath and exhaled in relief when she looked up and he saw it was only his wife behind him, wearing an amused look on her face.

"Sorry love, I didn't know you were looking for me." He said, turning around carefully so as not to break the contact between him and his wife. She looked up at him again, her brown eyes meeting his gray ones. He could stare at them all day and not grow tired, he could. "How did you find me here?"

"I might've asked a certain house elf where you went," she said trailing off, not caring to divulge any more information. This girl would've easily fit in to Slytherin, he always thought. She broke the hug, and squatted down; eyeing the grave marker of the person—oh, persons Draco had visited.

Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy

1954 – 1997 | 1955 - 1997

Their love so pure until the end.

She made a 'hmm' noise and nodded her head, as Draco went and squatted beside her. She looked at him with a worried expression on her face, but before she was able to speak, Draco spoke first. "Today is that day, you know." He said.

Of course. The day when his parents were executed for crimes against the Wizarding Community. Draco was spared because Hermione and Harry testified for him, but his parents weren't as lucky. The evidence against them was decisive, and no amount of protesting—even from the great Harry Potter, could've saved them.

"I'm sorry." She offered, taking his hand and intertwining his fingers with hers.

"You don't have to be," he said, looking her in the eye. "They weren't exactly great to you when they were alive."

"They're still your parents." She said, with a smile. "No them, no you. No you, well, I don't know." She didn't even want to think about how she would've spent her life without Draco.

He chuckled, withdrew his hand and with said hand, pulled her closer to him. She let out a small, 'oof!' as he kissed her hair.

"I was wondering, Draco…" she said, looking up at him with the curious look in her face that he had always loved.

"Yeah?" He said lamely, immediately cursing himself for sounding like an idiot.

"Do you ever…regret it, sometimes?" She asked, solemnly. "Marrying me, I mean. Knowing that they'd never approve if they were…you know, alive?"

"I'll be honest, Mione," he said, his tone of voice serious. "Maybe I wouldn't have gone down this road if they were alive." He looked away from her; fixed his eyes on the grave markers, avoiding her eyes. Avoiding that look she had whenever she was sad. That looked crushed his heart each time he saw it.

"Oh," she said, looking away from him as well, though resting her cheek on his hand that was on her shoulder.

"But," he said, carefully grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him, "I don't regret any of it." He was smiling. The smile she returned to him was easily brighter. She lazily draped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"Hey, Mione?" he whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Draco."

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