A/N I CANNOT BELIEVE IT'S TAKEN ME ALMOST A YEAR TO WRITE THIS! I've had so many ideas floating around in my head but sitting down to write always gave me writers block. Then I just finished this great story by Anne M. Oliver called A Change of Heart which was a Draco / Hermione story and it made me WANT to finish this. And I actually used a good review to write this one. Thank you! You'll know who you are if you subscribed! :] i really hope you enjoy.

"Ryan Michael! I'm not going to tell you again to leave those poor gnomes alone!" Hermione screeched. She then turned to the other half of the five year old twin duo, and said, "Annabelle, dear, can you please go fetch Rosie so Grandma Molly and I can finish fixing her dress?"

"Of course mummy," Annabelle retorted as she skipped in her jumper while her long blond tendrils waved in the wind towards the garden of the Burrow.

It's been five seemingly short years since Rose's sixth year at Hogwarts, the year she learned an awful lot about herself, life, and ultimately, love. She was to be married to Scorpius Malfoy at sunset in the garden of the Burrow in exactly two days. She couldn't believe how long she'd awaited this moment. Standing in the garden overlooking the small village that sat just down the hill from her favorite place in the world, all Rose could do was imagine the life she was going to live with the only man to have ever captured her heart and made her feel so whole. It just felt so unreal that after all of this time, they were surely going to spend the rest of their lives together. With a sigh, she sat in the grass and put her head on her knees. No second thoughts. No worries. The only emotions she could muster up were love and anticipation.

Annabelle was the quieter of the newest Weasley children, her brother loving to be into everything. Ron and Hermione were sure he was taking after his Uncle George, knowing that he was definitely Ryan's favorite family member, besides his big brother, of course. Anyways, Annabelle was quiet as a mouse as she ran out to the garden to fetch Rose. For a moment, she stood still just to look at her big sister. It was something she loved to do, just look at people. She now figured it was time to make herself known when she was only an arms length away. "Rosie!" the little girl whispered into the wind. With a smile, Rose turned herself around slowly, and snatched her little sister into her arms and began tickling her ferociously.

"Rosie! Rosie! Cut it out," Annabelle laughed wickedly.

Rose loved to listen to her sister laugh. It was definitely one of her favorite sounds in the world. She can recall the first time she heard it. Headmistress McGonagall let her and Hugo floo home for the weekend when their baby sister and brother were born. When they were sprawled out on the floor of her families home, there stood her mother and father, each cuddling a new, beautiful baby. She was more nervous that she had ever been. These were the new babies that could take over her place in her parents hearts. All she could feel was disgust and hatred until Ron held out the baby he was holding and offered it to her. Petrified, she gently placed her right hand under the baby's head, the left under the butt, and pulled it close. The moment she looked into Annabelle's blazing blue eyes, there was an instant connection. She could no longer feel hatred or disgust. The only thing she felt was love or adoration or even admiration. Rose began to cry and she looked down at her sister and said, "Annabelle, I'm your big sister, Rosie." Annabelle's eyes became quite large, then she let out a little coo and laughed hysterically. It wasn't like a taunting laugh as much as an, "I'm so glad I have you" comical laugh. From that point, their bond was untouchable.

When she snapped back to reality at the Burrow, she stopped the tickling and just held her baby sister while they watched the sun set over the small village. After about ten minutes of silence, Rose looked down at Annabelle and asked sweetly, "Did you actually want something when you came out here, Annie?"

"Oh no! Rosie! I forgot, mummy wanted you to head inside so they could finish your dress! Can I help?"

"Well, you'll have to ask. Right now, I need to go in and try to find my dress!"

Lucky for the happy couple, the only guests that were staying at the Burrow prior to the wedding were their parents, aunts and uncles, and close family friends. Sadly, Scorpius's mother, Hannah, had died a year ago in a train accident while in Madrid for the week with work, so Draco and Ileana arrived the night before the wedding for the rehearsal dinner. Ileana was smitten with the twins so she did her best to occupy the pair during the dinner.

The brides father was still not pleased that his little girl was to marry a Malfoy in the morning, but he knew that his soon to be son-in-law was much more a man than his father was during school. When Draco made his way to the Burrow that night, Ron gave his best smile, a happy hello, the sulked off in another direction, leaving it up to Rose to get father and daughter settled in in Percy's old room.

The rehearsal dinner went very well. For a family full of anti-Malfoy's, they were all quite well behaved for the sake of Rose and Scorpius, and even shocked by how much Draco had really changed. He had to have a change of heart, especially if he married a Muggle-born witch and then produced a squib daughter. He knew deep down how awful he once was, so when he fell in love with his wife, he did everything he could to protect her, and eventually he did the same for his daughter.

Hours after the dinner, Draco woke up parched and worried. He could overlook how dry the house was kept, but all of the magical things caused him to worry how Ileana would behave when she got back to their home, when it would be just them again. Then it occurred to him that soon, she would leave him too, then what would he have? His only son would be married to a Weasley and starting his own family with her, his only daughter would begin living her life in the Muggle world, and the only person to ever love him in return was gone. He was an aging widow with his own children leaving him. That was a thought that shook him to the core of his being.

When he couldn't stand the thought of just laying in that bed any longer, he grabbed his wand and walked down the stairs to the kitchen in hopes of getting a snack and some water. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Hermione's voice.

"Couldn't sleep either, Draco?" was all she said. He then found her figure curled up on the loveseat next to the fireplace with a glass of wine in one hand and a photo album in her lap with her free hand placed on the top corner in position to turn the page.

He just walked towards her, not moving at a pace faster than that of a snail. This hurt him. In the four times their families had gotten together since their children declared their love for one another, seeing Hermione always broke his heart all over again. His wife even knew it. He always went home a broken man, and each time, there was another piece missing from his heart.

Hermione moved her feet and made room for Draco to sit next to her on the couch. Knowing that this weekend would create the biggest heartbreak yet, he obliged and sat next to her. She was still was beautiful as the day they met, except much older and less emotion driven. He looked down to the photo album to see a happy, toothy Rose riding her very first bike. All he could imagine was her falling and losing those teeth that way. But she looked like she'd been doing it all of her life, almost like he was with flying. He loved how Hermione even made sure her children had the best Muggle experiences possible, just like Hannah had done for Ileana and Scorpius.

"It seems like just yesterday, Ronald and I bought her that bike. Now our little girl is getting married," Hermione choked out. The tears formed in her eyes and when Draco reached for her hand to comfort her, the tears free-fell. She still felt that connection. After thirty years, she still loved his touch. He hated seeing her cry, like she hated watching him cry in their sixth year.

"Hermione, the kids love each other. You're not losing her. You'll always have her, and now you have the twins to worry about. Rose will be doing things on her own, she won't need you as much anymore. Isn't that what every mother wants?"

Hermione just looked at him, her beautiful brown eyes pleading with him to stop. "I love my daughter. I don't want her to ever not need me." The silence was deafening after a short handful of seconds so Draco put his arm around her and let her sob into his chest. He knew how she felt. She pulled away lightly after a few minutes and looked into his steely blue eyes. "Draco, how can you not be more upset about this? It's only a matter of time before you're alone. Ileana is moving out soon. Scorpius is getting married, and you don't have your wife anymore. What are you going to do then?"

She was always right. He loved that about her. "You're right. I don't know what I'll do when they're gone. I've always dreaded being alone, but that's why I married, so I wouldn't have to be. I never expected to lose Hannah. I thought I'd have her forever. I cursed God the day he took her from me. I knew that loving her was far off, but when I fell, I fell hard. I thought I would never love someone other than you. But Hannah just had everything I needed. She was my rock. I will never love again, of that I'm sure. So, I'll live my life in solitude until it's my turn to face the Heaven or Hell I've subjected myself to."

Hermione cried harder now. "Draco," she said trying to get the words out, "I'm so sorry." She couldn't help but wrap her arms around him tighter at this point. She knew he was breaking and she needed to keep him together.

He pulled away, and pulled back hard. He jumped to his feet and began pacing. She could tell he was crying. The tears streaked his perfectly pale skin as he stared at her. "How could you say you didn't love me, Hermione? How could you ever do that to me?"

"Draco," she cried, "I can't explain it right. I loved you, but I also loved Ron. I knew having a future, a family with him would be so much simpler than with you. I could never betray Harry or Ron that way. I never meant to fall in love with you. I was upset about Ronald and Lavender, you were upset about everything your family was putting you through. We were weak! I thought I was just another slice of the week for you! I never thought you would actually fall in love with me, or that you were even capable of love at that point."

He stared at her in disbelief as his own heart stood there, millimeters away from shattering. "How can I believe that? I told you I loved you, Hermione! I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you! The war be damned! We could have run off together, never looked back! I would have done anything for you."

Hermione was so hysterical at this point, she was having trouble breathing. "Draco," she whispered, "I loved you."

"Then why did you tell me you didn't?" he said as he collapsed to the floor. "I could have lived knowing you loved me, but living knowing you never felt the same was a worse fate then death."

"I wish…I could take…it back. I should have told you…that I loved…you. But I wouldn't…change my life…now for anything…I have…the four best…kids in the…entire world…I'm so sorry…Draco." She slid her body off the couch and onto the floor where Draco put his arms around her as they laid their and cried in each others arms for their lost love, their kids, and everything in between until they fell asleep.

Hermione woke hours later, just as the sun was rising. She knew she had a million things to do that day and she had to get herself up, but lying in his arms was too comfortable. If Ronald or any of the other family had came downstairs, it would not be a very happy wedding day. She told him how she felt. That was good enough. Her relationship with Draco Malfoy would be left back in their sixth year of school and her life with Ronald would continue until the day they both died.

The daylight hours rushed past as the whole Weasley, Potter, Longbottom, and Malfoy family and friends began pouring in from all over the country and getting everything for the wedding set up.

The tent was arranged in the back yard, the families all seated appropriately and Scorpius, James, Twilight, and the Justice of the Peace all standing in the front by the makeshift altar. As the sun began to set over the small village, the wedding march began to play and Rose stepped into the remaining sunlight, dressed in all white. It was a stunning strapless gown with a corset style bodice, and a long, flowing skirt with ivory tulle. Ronald met her at the entrance to the tent and began to walk her down the aisle. Before she was halfway to Scorpius, majority of the guests and the wedding party were in tears. When they both finally said "I do," they were presented to their family and friends as "Mister and Missus Rose and Scorpius Malfoy," Draco was finally at ease with himself knowing that he and his one true love were someday to have the same grandchildren. He would now just refer to his love lost as a forbidden romance. And that everyone, was enough.

The End.

REVIEWS PLEASE!! :] i know it's hard to believe that the Rose Scorpius romance is finally done, and now the secrets are out about Draco and Hermione. I hope to write a Draco Hermione one someday if I ever get enough time to myself! :] Thanks to all of my faithful readers who have been reading this from the start and for those who are new.