A/N: Hello there! This is my third fanfiction piece. I know it's pathetically short, but I hope you like it. I have a weird facination with Draco and Hermione. I want them to be together but I also love Rose, so it's hard. *sigh* Anyways, I hope you read it and review. I do love me some reviews. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly.

"Come with me!" she'd said suddenly, looking up from her potions book and into his eyes.

He'd chuckled, thinking this was nothing more than another errant idea that his girlfriend had suddenly decided to blurt out.

"I'm not joking Draco! Why can't we break free? Just leave everything behind, all the societal standard and bad memories. Come with me and make new memories." Hermione has said, her eyes glowing more feverish the longer she talked. "We're young! What's to stop us from leaving?" she'd questioned him when all he did was continue to stare.

"Love, we can't. You know as well as I do that-" he tried to say before he was cut off.

"But why? Because people we don't like and don't want in our lives would look down on us? I'm a mudblood and you're a bloodtraitor. They already look down upon us!" she had cried out, ignoring the small growl that had come out of his throat at the word 'mudblood.'

"Hermione, love, no one looks down on you. You're beautiful, smart and a war hero. All they have is money and inbreeding induced genetic disorders!" he'd argued, "Nothing more!"

"But you still won't come, will you?" she'd asked, already knowing the answer but still desperately trying to change his mind. "We could still shine Draco! We could burn brighter than the sun if we wanted to!"

And suddenly, he's seen it all. Their love played out in snapshots. The first time they'd met. When she'd punched him. When he'd seen her at the Yule ball, looking more beautiful than he'd ever imagined she could look. Their first kiss in their 6th year of Hogwarts. Him watching helplessly as the love of his life was tortured in his home. The pictures went on and one, going into what could have been. Their wedding. Their children, all blonde hair and huge golden brown eyes. Their anniversaries. Their deaths. Draco had seen it all, and yet he couldn't do it. His doubts had kept from taking the leap, leaving him heartbroken and alone, with no one to blame but himself.

Years later, he'd married his trophy wife, had his kids, made his choices. And she'd done the same, marrying the Weasel and having two red-headed kids.

They knew their paths had once had the potential to intertwine, but they had also had the potential to hurt themselves and everyone around them. They considered themselves lucky that their relationship had ended with so few casualties.

And still they thought of those days when they were young and had all the potential in the world to burn bright - together.

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~The Dark Princess