Temptations
"Oh. Hello Draco," said Hermione as she stepped outside. The music was playing loudly from behind the closing door. She walked the few meters towards Draco, planning to break the ice, but remained silent. Their breaths were clearly visible in the frosty winter air. They were stood there, quite awkward, for a while, until Hermione decided to talk.
"Who would've thought-?" she started, then looking at Draco without finishing the question. Obviously there wasn't any need for it anyway.
"Yeah, it is so... against the odds. A Weasley and a Malfoy getting," Draco answered. He lifted up his head. "But at the same time it's quite what you could expect, you know what I mean?" Hermione just nodded, smiling. She remembered how she loved listening to Draco's thoughts while having deep conversations about basically everything. Her stomach did an uncomfortable turn, as she thought about it.
"And they're happy," she then said to get on with the conversation. "The way Rose looks at him. They must be perfect for each other. They are so much like-" She stopped.
"Like you and me," he finished the sentence. "I did see that. They are as inseparable as we were back then." He smiled faintly and looked into Hermione's eyes. His mind was becoming heavy, and he was starting to struggle with thinking clear. He looked at the ground again. His stomach felt like a stone.
"I," he sighed, "I never stopped loving you." He hurriedly said without looking up. Hermione kept silent and looked questioning at him.
"That can't be- But- You married-" she stammered, still in shock. Draco turned his head up rather dull looking.
"There was a reason I left her. I was in love with another while married to her. I couldn't bear doing that to her," he said with his usual calm voice, but with a tone of cracking. Hermione's eyes were starting to tear up. She hadn't thought about it much before. But now, in this moment, it wasn't hard to realise that it was true; she still loved Draco. They looked into each other's eyes for a while, letting everything surrounding them slowly disappear. As Draco drew closer to her, she was ripped out of the fantasy.
"I can't," she said, "Ronald's in there, and-" she looked at the door which led into the wedding. Draco gently took her hand and looked intensely into her eyes.
"But I need you to know this, Gr... Wea... Granger. I still love you. And I will probably never stop loving you."
"I-" was all Hermione managed to say in respond before Draco's lips locked against her own.