Disclaimer : don't own HP. DHMG, angsty, ficlet. Ok, so my English is self-trained, forgive if I make errors! Also, I love Snape way too much, so I'll be adding him in my stories.
Draco's perspective:
To him, Hermione Jane Granger was the epitome of perfect. She was beautiful and stunning in every way. However, she had the strange habit to beat him in every test and to hang out with Gryffindors, which was a barrier to him. And even if his dad was dead, he wouldn't be able to have her, since he's married man. He should have told her sooner, alas, it was really too late. He'd jeered and sniggered and scoffed at her during their school years, yet he had feelings for her. No one, absolutely no one knew, except for Zabini, with whom he could confide anything. Perchance he had him. If not, he wouldn't what to do. He'd take in stride everything and be cool about it and solve everything so perfectly for him.
Now he had Scorpius with Astoria, he could only pretend he cared about their soon and to be dutiful caregiver. Frankly, he didn't give a shit about him. Their son could drown, and he'd probably not help him up. And Astoria, he was stuck with her. There was no way out of this unwanted marriage. He sensed that Astoria did berate him sometimes, when he didn't pay attention to their family, their son. The boy looked like him. He often had illusions of conceiving children with his beloved Hermione. They would be blue-eyed and brown-haired. Their hair would be wavy, curly like hers. And their eyes would gleam with intelligence. Scorpius's eyes, on the other hand, were dull, not at all smart and didn't even possess his brains.
A few years passed. He was always trapped in this undesired marriage. When Astoria died trying to give birth to their second child, he heaved a sigh of relief. The doctor had asked him if he wanted to save the child or the mother. He said none. People around ogled at him.
Aftewards, he meandered through muggle London, trying to bump into Hermione. He went in a muggle café. There, he spotted the apple of his eyes, sitting alone on a table, sipping a coffee. Trying to strike up a conversation with her, he went over to her table and said:
"Hello, long time no see." She jumped at his tone.
"Why Malfoy, why are you talking to a mudblood and moreover, why are you in muggle London?"
"Please, don't call yourself that. I came here to tell you my wife died."
"So, what does it concern me? I don't give a care about your problems."
"Yes it does, because I've always loved you so much, but in secret. I also turned spy for your side, Hermione."
"And? What do you want me to make of it? To leap in your arms or something or to asspat you?"
"Hermione, I just wanted you to know. I know you're married and couldn't careless about me, however, I really wanted to pour my heart to you."
"Well then you did, and you know my response, now scam", ordered Hermione.