EPILOUGE

Hours went by, and she sat in the coffee house, waiting and watching. Nobody came through the door though. She got up to leave, and looked out the café widow a 'Just Married' car drove by, she watched it pass.

Standing idly she looked around the room one last time, stood up straight, and left the café.

She eventually got married to a good friend, a good husband too, they never had a child though, for some reason her body rejected his. After a few years they stopped trying and they threw themselves into their jobs.

She was well provided for, and relatively happy. She became extremely successful in her work by the time she had retired. An onlooker might say she had lead a rewarding life.

But wasn't happy, she wasn't unhappy, but neither was she happy; that's how she died: professionally successful, publicly admired and childless; not happy. She died before her husband and her gravestone was plain, in straight thin letters it read:

Ginerva Weasley

She hadn't even bothered to change her name.

Draco Malfoy remained wealthy and good looking. He took over his fathers business, and kept the galleons rolling in. Him and his wife were only intimate twice, the second time they conceived a child. Their child he noted grew to be more and more like him every day.

He hated his child, his child never smiled, or laughed, but it was neither adventurous nor brave. It stayed at home and rolled in wealth. But he did pity his child, for now it didn't even have a mother. His wife had died in childbirth, it sickened him, but he couldn't bring himself to be sad.

After her funeral, he locked himself in his study. Some say it was to mourn, some say he was in shock; but he was really just thinking. He though about his wedding day and all the things he could have done. He remembered that one dream, that one dream that haunted him every night, it never came to him again. His mind never touched his could have been life even once more.

He closed his eyes and pretended to be there, pretended to be happy and in love. But he always ended up opening his eyes again.

He sometimes regretted never taking that chance. But in the end, he knew she never would have fit in his world, it would have crushed her, and killed her spirit. She would have been the shell of the woman he loved.

If only he could see her now.