This is a Dramione fic. Although I don't like the pairing, I've been obsessed, and have been reading a lot of these. Hopefully you enjoy it, and it won't be too cringe. Bai, and please tell me what you think!
To See Beyond
Chapter 1-Love's Will
Hermione's POV (Part 1a)
I didn't realize my love for him until I met him at Kings Cross, again. It was just something that I never expected to happen! I was with Ron, and he was with Astoria. Now that I think back there were small hints, but at the time I never noticed. We never noticed. Now, looking back, I regret not reaching out to him sooner. Maybe we wouldn't have caused all this mess, and fall-apart then. I don't know. All I know is that it all started back at the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione's Flashback
I was in King's Cross Station. I had just ran through Platform 9 ¾. It was wonderful. It was free. But at that moment, as I remember, I remembered love. Crush. Embarrassment. I had never had a crush before. While all the other girls in my school giggled, and gossiped about boys, I kept out of that business. And at that point I remember being so confused. I just stood there looking at the pale faced boy.
But my dreams were crushed. The boy walked over my way, bumped me on the shoulder, and smirked, "Watch it Mudblood!"
I didn't know what Mudblood had meant at that time. But I still knew that it was nothing good. After that point, I just felt hatred for the boy. It was a good thing too since I met friends that also seemed to hate him. But sometimes at night, I would daydream about him.
Hermione's POV (Part 1b)
After the end of first year, I had other things to worry about, and certainly not boys. Harry always seemed to need my help, and I was happy to be there for him. Draco Malfoy soon slipped out of my mind.
There were times when part of me still wanted to hook up with Malfoy though. For example, part of me really wished that Draco would ask me, and I had gone all out on my outfit to make Draco jealous. In conclusion, it didn't work. Instead Ron got jealous, and a few years later we were engaged. After that, the thoughts of me, and Draco Malfoy were definitely over. I was with Ron now, and I had heard that he had married too.
So, I settled down, made a family, and forgot about him. That was until we met again at King's Cross Station.
Draco's POV (Part 1)
I did fancy Granger. I guess I still do. It's a funny story really. I always thought she was a stuck up know-it-all until near the end of 3rd year. That was the year that I first liked her. It all started when I had insulted Hagrid. I had thought that Potter or Weasley might attack me or something, but what I had not expected was Hermione too. I still remember the furious look she gave me, and the slap had instantly made me fall in love. Of course, I tried to deny it. Although I knew it was true. She was a Mudblood, and it would be a disgrace to the family name if I dated a Mudblood.
So soon I hooked up with Pansy, and tried to forget about her. That of course, didn't work. Although it was many years later, when we met at King's Cross once again, I fell in love with her once more.
Draco's POV (Part 2)
It's funny how you find the person you're meant for. It could be a total accident, or not. All I, or anyone else knows is that it's love. True love.
When I went to King's Cross Station so that I could drop Scorpius off, I had expected to see Granger. What I didn't expect was that I would fall in love with her, and she me. All it took was one look.
Granger looked so grown up. Her bushy hair had settled down, her look not so much "Know-it-all" ,but more mature. Capable. "I'm the boss." I was shocked. Some part of me wanted to go say hello. Or maybe just a polite wave, but I set those thoughts aside, and just helped Scoripus onto the train.
After he was on, I walked over to the barrier to exit, but a hand stopped me. The hand of Hermione Granger.
"Hello. Long time no see," she said casually as if we had been old school friends.
"Good morning," I had said, holding out my hand. She took it, and a strange kind of jolt bolted into my skin. I ignored it.
"Was that your son?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"He looks….very mannerly," she said.
"Er...Yes," I agreed, uncomfortable.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"I heard that your wife was unwell. Is she alright?" she asked.
"She…" my voice caught, "She…"
Hermione looked at me in the eye, her soft, brown eyes turning a pitiful look. "I'm sorry," she said.
"You don't have to be sorry," I said. And before I knew it there was a pull, a surge, and then I was kissing her with all my might.
We went on like that for several minutes. When we pulled away we were both breathless, and blue. Suddenly her eyes widened, she turned around, said a quick, "I should go" and then left.
I stood, also horrified at what I had done. Clutching my face in my hands I apparated away, ashamed.