He looks over and sees (with much regret) her. It's been years (although, now it feels like they should be getting on the train to go to another year of school, not their kids), but she still holds herself with the same confidence and poise ('beautiful as ever', he thinks). And then he notices the man who stands by her side (Weasley, still ginger as ever). It isn't a surprise that they're married now, but the thought still makes Draco cringe. He thinks how that could be him (if only he had told her, all those years ago, how he truly felt) and crumples a little inside (Draco Malfoy's falling down, falling down. Draco Malfoy's falling down, my fair Hermione).

He watches as she sends her kids on the train to Hogwarts and wonders, for what felt like the millionth time in his life, about what could have been (but now there's nothing because he was a fool and held it in too long. And it's too late. Much too late).

A/N: Lmfao at my version of 'London Bridge is Falling Down'. I had to give you guys a little laugh for, yet another, depression story from me. ;) Hope you enjoyed. :)