Chapter One

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My heart clenched in my chest.

Rose gripped my hand tightly in her own. I could feel the fear running through her finger tips.

"Don't worry baby, I'm scared too." I said to her.

There he was. My stomach dropped down to my feet. There he was. It had been fifteen years, fifteen agonizing years since I saw his face. Ron slipped his arm around my waist, subconsciously pulling me closer to him. I cringed. His touch, after all these years, still disgusted me. I sighed, and waved at Ginny and Harry. They had the boys with them. I smiled down at my nephews. We were one big happy fucking family. Merlin, I hated my life and the person I turned out to be. On a normal day I would be happy with my life. I would be grateful that I had a husband who loved me, a child to love, a job to die for, and the same friends since I was eleven. But today wasn't a normal day. Today my heart broke.

Again.

The Hogwarts Express was stopped in its normal spot at Platform 9 ¾ located right between Platforms 9 and 10. He was standing off to the side, with Scorpious, and Astoria the lucky bitch. His eyes caught mine, and in that moment, we relived a year of our lives. A year that we fell in love, were torn apart, and had to continue on with our predetermined destinies. Life fucking sucks when it's against you. Life was always against us.

Always.

His eyes bore into my own and in an instant my heart was on fire. I could see the love shining through the silver, could tell that his heart was clenching with emotion just as mine was at the moment. In my peripherals I could see Harry and Ron nodding their heads in his direction, and I could see him nod his head back. He never broke eye contact with me. It would be another four months until we could look at each other again. I wanted to take in all that I could. I tried to take in all that I could, but Ronald yanked on my arm, jerked his head in Rose's direction, and I had to tend to my child. Oh, how my life had changed. If this was years before, when I was young and in love, I would've made up some excuse to meet the man across the platform. I would've wasted hours in his arms, snogging him senseless. But this was the present, and I could not neglect my child for the memory of a boy I used to love.

I knelt before her, on one knee.

Much like the way he knelt before me, fifteen years ago.

"Rose, darling, it's time to go. Study hard, stay away from Filch, don't irritate Peeves, McGonagall really is a nice lady, and after third year drop Divination. I love you, don't forget to write, and don't get into too much trouble." I kissed the top of her eleven year old head and watched from my knee, as she hugged her father, her aunt and uncle, grabbed little James' hand, and raced off for the scarlet train. I stood, running my fingers through my chestnut colored, frizzy hair.

I would give anything to be going back in her shoes.

Twenty one years seems like so long ago. I'm thirty-two now, that makes him thirty one, and that makes Astoria twenty nine. My heart clenched again as they swiftly walked by me, her arm tucked neatly into the crevice of his elbow. I sighed heavily, at least for four months; things can go back to normal. He was gone now, walked away just like he did fifteen years ago. I guess things never change.

"…I saw the way you looked at him Hermione. So this time, try not to lie to my bloody face. Do you still love him?" Ron stood near the fireplace, a glass of fire whiskey held in his fist. I sat on the couch, legs slightly spread, elbows on my knees with my head in my hands. I sighed.

"I…I don't know, Ronald." I tipped my head upward. The hurt in his eyes hit me, hard. I felt my chest tightening. Like his hand was closing around it, my breath was coming in short gasps. A tear formed in the corner of my eye, I blinked, and it rolled down my cheek. Frustrated, I stood from my position on the couch and walked to the window.

"It was so long ago, I don't even know if he's the same person now. He doesn't even know about…" a strangled sob escaped my throat; my hand shot out and gripped the green drapes. I jumped, shrieking loudly, when the glass of fire whiskey hit the window.

"Hermione, I've had to live in his fucking shadow. I can't stand being second in line for my own WIFE'S heart!"

"Well, I'm sor….Damn it Ron, it's not like I asked to fall in love with Draco!"

"For the past fifteen years, I've had to deal with knowing that I don't satisfy you. That you didn't want me; because I had the wrong color hair, or the wrong color eyes, and that my left fucking arm didn't hold the DARK MARK! Is that what you need Hermione? You need me to be an evil git who walked out on you? Because I can do that, in fact, I think I will." He was standing near the door now; he looked into my hazel eyes for a moment. "Have it your way, Mione."

I wanted to call out to him, I should've called out for him to stay, but I couldn't find the words. Instead, I ran into the hallway to watch his ginger hair retreat up the stairs. I followed him to our bedroom. The blue duffel bag he used when he moved into my parent's house with me before we got married was thrown on the bed, his backside was sticking out of the closet.

"Don't do this Ron." I said to him.

"Do what, Hermione?" he countered. He rushed out of the closet, throwing his shrunken clothes into the bag. He exhaled deeply and glared at me. "Don't love you? Because I do Hermione, I have since sixth year. Don't care about you? Because I do, I have since first year, when the troll was going to kill you. Don't protect you? Because I have, I have every time Draco called you a Mudblood. Don't leave you? Because I am, Hermione, I just can't sleep in the same bed as you; share a house with you, when you obviously love another man."

"Ron…."

"I'll be at my parents." I closed my eyes, felt the whoosh of air as he passed me, and heard the pop of his departure.

"…I love you, but I love him too."

"Astoria, please. You're giving me a headache." I said, rubbing my temples with my lithe fingers. "I was merely being pleasant."

"My bloody arse you were being pleasant. Daphne told me all of what happened between you and that Mudblood in your seventh year." She was a frosty woman, pure blooded, long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and no heart in sight. Her nose was always stuck in the air, and wrinkled like she smelt something that didn't agree with her. She was exactly like his mother, and he wouldn't stand for her calling the woman he loved a Mudblood.

"Astoria, you are way out of line." I said, closing my eyes while reaching for the bottle of tequila. The glass rim of the bottle was cool against my lips. I tipped the bottle back, the cool liquid splashing the back of my throat. I swallowed greatly, feeling my headache subside greatly, but her shrill voice still cut through my scalp. She always knew what button of mine to press. Why did I marry this chit again?

"Oh yes, I forgot, she was pregnant, with your half blood child when you left her." My eyes snapped open, and I was out of my seat within a second. My hands had clasped around her shoulders, I shook her roughly.

"What did you say Greengrass?" I hissed, the snake in me coming out once again.

"Oh, it's Greengrass again?" she taunted me, throwing her hair behind her back. Her eyes twinkled up at me, and I glared back at her. "Granger, Gryffindor Princess, was pregnant with your child…when you left her."

"I didn't leave her, Greengrass." My hand tightened around her shoulders. Her eyes flickered down to my left hand, where my wedding band stood proudly.

"You can take that off you know, I know you don't honor it." I pushed her away from me, before turning swiftly and grabbing my bottle of tequila again.

"I didn't fucking leave her, get that through your thick skull." I took a swig from the bottle.

"Oh yeah? Well then what do you call this?" Her right hand flew to her left, yanked on her ring finger, and pulled away. I saw the glint of the diamonds laying in her hand before she threw them into the fireplace, my eyes averted and I watched them burn. She sighed, turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

"I'm walking out on you, and Scorpious, the way you walked out on Granger and your child." I turned my head towards the fireplace again, sipping on my tequila, if I squinted; I could almost see the melted gold on the bottom of the grate.

Almost.

My hair fanned out on the useless throw pillows on the living room couch. My eyes were shut, and in the distance I could hear a persistent knocking on the door. Sighing heavily, I stood up and shuffled to the oaken front door. It took all my strength to pull the door open. His platinum blonde hair was hanging in his face, his eyes had glazed over, and in his hand was an empty bottle of tequila.

"Draco?" his gray eyes fluttered up to my own. They flashed with hurt, and I stumbled backward, deeper into the house. He followed me inside. I grabbed at my heart. The door swung shut as he walked towards me. "What are you doing here, Draco?" He stopped. His eyes flashing to mine again.

"Tell me it isn't true Hermione."

"Tell you what isn't true?" I asked, swiping the fallen fringe out of my face.

"Tell me you weren't pregnant when I left."

The hall was silent, as we stared into each other's eyes. I stopped breathing long enough for my eye sight to become cloudy. I dropped my eyes from his gaze, but I could still feel him staring at me.

"I…I can't do that."

A/N: This idea came to me one night while I was sitting in bed watching George Lopez. My god that man is hilarious. Anyway, I've been writing it for about two weeks now, so please let me know what you think.