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Summary: At Ginny and Harry's wedding
Hermione was dancing with her boyfriend of four years, Victor Krum. He was almost four years older then her but as they got older the less age mattered. Her parents were not exactly happy about it but they did not see any reason to object.
Hermione and Victor danced around to the songs of the wedding singer, Harry and Ginny close by smiling at each other. Hermione was so happy for the couple; she only wished it would be her turn soon, four years of dating is long enough right?
Draco who had been invited upon the insistence of Ginny who had befriended him about three years back during his trial for being a death eater, Ginny had been his lawyer. Harry still had not quite warmed up to Draco. Ron hadn't either, but Ron took it as far as to say that Draco wanted Ginny. At this Harry had to laugh, Draco wanting Ginny she was every thing he hated, blood traitor, a good person, Harry's now wife. Draco would never. That Harry was sure of.
Draco however had absolutely no interest in Ginny, he had only come because she had asked him too, he would have given anything to be anywhere else. Here Draco had to watch the love of his life dancing with another man, watch him twirl her, place his hand on the small of her back and pull her close to him as a slow song began to play, watch as he ever so gently place a kiss on her forehead, watch him whisper sweet nothings into her ear as he spun slowly with her all the while never removing his hand from the small of her back. Oh how Draco wanted him to move his hand, how the only thing stopping him from walking over there and punching him was the thought of her anger with him. How he wished he had told her he loved her when the war had ended, when there were no more sides, how he wished he had told her he wanted her to be his one and only, if only he had told her when he had the time. Now he could not tell her, now it was too late, she was happy.
He didn't take his eyes off her; mid way through the song she rested her head on her partners shoulder, it budged up her cheek, she closed her eyes, he could see some of her make-up rub off on the shoulder of his jacket. A black mark across the red of his jacket, how he wished that was his jacket with the mascara smudged on it, his shoulder that she laid her head on, his hand on the small of her back, and his lips gently placing a kiss on her head.
No it will never be his, she will never be his, she will always be Victors', and one day she will be Hermione Jean Krum. She will never love Draco she will never be Hermione Jean Malfoy. There will never be a Kaida Leanne Malfoy, or an Iyzabel Lilit Malfoy. Yes Draco had already chosen the names of their never to be children. He still dreamed of the day that he would hear a knock on his front door and open it to find her standing there, no never; she will always be Victors'. One day he will relive this moment, sitting at the wedding of Victor and Hermione Krum, he will watch just as he did to day, he would wish to change the past and hope to change the future but he never will.
Draco rose from the table and walked from the room, he made his way outside and apperated home, to his girlfriend whom he could never love the way he loves Hermione, he climbed into bed next to her, and she rolled over, not waking up, her dark brown hair tickling his nose. He put his arm around her back and pulled her close, her rather large pregnant stomach pressing against his flat abs. He kissed her forehead and rubbed circles on her back. No he could never love her like he loved Hermione.
A tear rolled down his cheek.