"So," he muttered quietly, careful not to disturb the two newborn twin boys who were sleeping on the bed, magically shielded so that neither one of them rolled over and off, "you're just going to leave without saying goodbye?"
Hermione froze and looked up from the chest of drawers she was rifling through and met her husband's eye in the mirror. He wasn't smirking or smiling or scowling. He was just, staring at her, his eyes darting every few seconds to the twin's they'd been looking forward to for months. He looked awful. His hair flat, dark bags under his eyes, his posture tense - Hermione hadn't seen him look like that since their sixth year at Hogwarts, when he'd been struggling with his task. She shivered at the memory and nodded before she broke her eyes away from the mirror and continued to pack, items from their wardrobe and the nursery they'd set up for two, that would now only be inhabited by one, flying throughout the room and folding themselves quickly and neatly into the three suitcases she'd procured.
"And there's nothing I can do to change your mind?"
She closed her eyes and swallowed back the tears threatening to cascade down her cheeks. Why was he doing this now? When they'd decided, together, that things weren't going to work out? That the best thing they could do was to separate? To live the lives they were always supposed to? She would go back to England with one of their son's and he would stay here, in France, with the other. She turned and made her way towards her boys, ignoring his question and scooped Scorpius into her arms. He gurgled, but didn't wake and she clutched him tightly to her chest and sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving his perfect little face as she committed it to memory.
"I love you so much darling," she whispered, her fingers smoothing his smattering of blonde hair from his forehead before they trailed gently over his cheekbones and his nose, "I will love you for all eternity. Please," she begged, "never doubt that for a second." She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek before looking up to see Draco standing, Leo clutched just as tightly against his chest as Scorpius was against hers. She stood and they met each other halfway.
"I love you," Draco said, finally dragging his eyes from their youngest to look at her, "I will always love you."
"I know," she sobbed before she took Leo from him and held both her sons in her arms, for what she knew would be the final time, "I love you so much," she whimpered quietly, her tears still falling.
She stepped forward and placed Scorpius, who was still sleeping, into Draco's arms and looked up one final time. Her free hand cupped his jaw gently and she placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, stepping back and vanishing her suitcases, which had finished packing in the interim, before he could grab a hold of her.
"Goodbye Draco."
He stared at her for a moment but didn't speak and she nodded, silently accio'ed her bag, before turning on her heel, Leo settled in the crook of her arm and made her way towards the floo. She almost missed it when he said "goodbye Granger," as she disappeared from his life in a flurry of green flame.