[20 years later. Draco and Hermione are happily married with two children. Hermione still hasn't forgotten about Harry, and somewhere deep down, she still keeps wishing he will come back.]

Hermione's POV

Hermione absentmindedly twirled the silver finger on her right index finger, thinking of one of her best friends, Harry, who had died 20 years ago fighting a battle against Lord Voldemort. She sighed out loud.

Draco's POV

"Hermione, are you alright?" Draco placed a hand on her forearm, but looked ahead, concentrating on the road. He was driving them to Hermione's parents house in their small white Honda sedan. Their children were asleep in the back seat, allowing them some time to themselves. (After graduating from Hogwarts, Draco and Hermione had gotten engaged, and were married two years later. They had decided to live in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world, half year in the Muggle world, and half year in the wizarding world. That way, Hermione wouldn't have to abandon her aging mother. Hermione's father had died a couple of years ago because of a failing heart, leaving her mom alone. Hermione and Draco had both learned to drive, because even though they were allowed to use magic and apparate in the Muggle world, their children were still too young.)

"Huh?" Hermione looked up startled.

"You still think about Po-Harry a lot?" After learning that his father had died on the night of the battle, Draco had decided that there would be no need to continue hating Muggles, after all, he was only doing it for his father's sake. He had also started calling Potter, Harry, out of respect for him.

"Yea, I just-I wonder what he would be like now, you know? Would he have a family? Would we still be friends?"

"I bet he would still be pretty much the same, maybe playing for a professional Quidditch team." Draco tapped the gas pedal, accelerating them past a few houses. "Okay, here we are." He swerved into the driveway of a blue house and parked. Hermione swung open the door and hopped out, opening the back door to wake up Paige and Dave. Paige was three years old, and Dave was six.

Hermione's POV

"Come on honey, we're here." Hermione gently squeezed Dave's leg.

"Mummy, are we there yet?" Dave asked groggily.

"Yes, now get out, I need to get Paige."

"Yes! We are at grandma's house!" Dave said loudly, waking up Paige.

Hermione picked Paige up and handed her to Draco, who nuzzled her and placed her on his shoulders. Paige laughed happily. "Dada!" She screamed pulling his hair. Hermione took Dave by the hand, led him up to the porch, and rang the doorbell. She heard hurried footsteps running towards the door.

"Honey!" Hermione's mom, Ginger, opened the front door, sending a wave of peppermint rushing up Hermione's nose. Ginger looked Hermione over, and suddenly noticing Draco gasped. "My favorite son-in-law! I hope you left some space in that stomach of yours for a huge dinner!"

"Hi mom." Draco beamed.

"And my grandchildren!" Ginger smiled at Dave who was hiding behind Hermione. "Come in! Come in! Dinner is on the table."

Draco set Paige down on a chair. "I need to go get the suitcases."

"Oh, pish-posh, that can wait for after dinner." Ginger said.

"Ok, so what's for dinner?" Draco picked Paige up and placed her on his hip.

"Turkey and a whole lot of side dishes." Ginger replied and pushed him towards the kitchen. "Come on! Dinner is getting cold."

Draco's POV

"Mmmm. Mom, this is wonderful! It really hits the spot!" Draco muttered through a mouth full of food.

Ginger beamed at her son-in-law. "Eat up! It must have been a long drive here."

The dinner table buzzed with the sounds of forks being picked up and put down. The kids babbled away and munched on various crumbs. 20 years ago, Draco would have never thought that one day he would be happily married with children. Now, he was the happiest wizard in the whole wizarding world. He had a beautiful wife and two healthy children. Still, his past haunted him. Every night, he would dream about the day Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, gave his life for his.

"Draco?" Hermione's voice floated through his thoughts and he finally looked up from his plate.

"Hmm?" Draco looked up to find the table already cleared and Paige and Dave playing on the carpet in the living room.

"Are you alright?" Hermione looked worried.

"Yea, I'm fine. I'll go get the luggage." He leaned over and kissed Hermione before heading off to get the suitcases from the car.

Hermione's POV

Hermione at once knew what Draco had been thinking of: Harry. She was worried about him. They had tried everything possible, even Muggle therapy to help him with his guilt, but nothing seemed to work. Draco still had the notion that he had killed Harry...

20 yrs later, Draco and Hermione are happily married. the perfect couple, right? but something keeps them from forgetting their past and the only one person who ever came between them, Harry Potter.