Draco Malfoy:
I woke with an erratic compulsion to go on a stroll.
It was early as five when I left the flat. Waking with an erratic urge to walk, I began to ponder so intently that I've failed to realize how far I've gone. It's been about a little over an hour till I came to my senses. What the bloody hell was I doing?
At the point of sudden full-awareness, I came across that pleasant gaff I've gone to last night. Whatever drove me there, I allowed it to take over me. Walking through the carpeted halls I met face to face with one whom I once held enmity to.
She hasn't grown much in height, but her face has molded into maturity. Beautiful as she was, I resented all thoughts that came across my mind. I missed her dearly… I truly did.
"Hello" I greeted.
"Hey" She says. Dressed in white trousers, a cream peacoat, and a pair of heels- she stood still in front of me. I scratched the back of my neck unsure what to say, I lost all courage to even call her a Mudblood. It was no longer an excuse, but I'd use it anyways, for the courage I lacked to even be kind. I had no direction, a sinner or a saint. Either way, the truth will unveil itself and I will no longer be my own stranger.
I ask her how she's been, and she responds will a simple fine.
'Fine', it never seemed to be a reliable remark. The missing ring said otherwise.
Then I ask what her doings were along the lines of the Muggle Word, finding it odd that a legendary witch has decided to leave the Wizarding World altogether to live in a world where magic was nearly forbidden.
She says family, and I can tell she's lying. The way her eyes turn away, how the tone of her voice softens, and the way she inhales and then exales before and after saying it. Something's gone wrong somewhere in her life. I don't ask.
She asks me what I was doing in the Muggle-World and I tell her the truth. Not entirely. I tell her this was the result of a minor being affiliated with Voldemort, and she just responds with an oh.
Oh. What was my response to that entire affair.
I wouldn't be surprised if she landed a divorce. Sneaking around a marriage just didn't sound much of her. The fact there was no marking of the previous band had proved it.
"I hope you're doing alright" I tell her, partially mentioning of the event that occurred last night. It's funny to think Crabbe had actually kept the serpent afterwards. Even for a Slytherin, I'm a bit startled by it. Three heads, containing dark empty eyes. I've always knew Crabbe had taken Care of Magical Creatures for an elective for most of his time in Hogwarts. The most I ever did in that class was getting mauled by a bloody Hippogriff.
She gleams down to the floor and reveals a smile I didn't anticipate to see.
"Of course." Her smile shined over the darkness that seemed to cloud the joys and bliss of reality. I haven't seen for quite awhile, not till now.
She started to chuckled with her head hung low. I can hear her sniff as she rubbed eyes with her sleeves and finger. Sniffing once more, she throws her head up with teary eyes and biting her lips to hold back the tears and says "Of course. I'm fine." She coughs with a fake smile and says it once more. "Everything's all fine." At this point, it was obvious. She was not at all as joyful as she was once before.
I looked down at my shoes. Nearly scared and almost embarrassed to even say it, I say her name and she looks up at me.

"You're not fine." I tell her.
"But you will. You always have." She fleets away from a brief moment of direct eye contact, and shakes her head and tells me no.
"Why do you care?" She questioned as her lips quivered.
She stomps her foot and forces her fists downward. "You never cared. Not once." she shouts. Passing by residents began to take interest in our conversation. I wanted to hush her.
"You're a bloody prat!" She tells me. After a few moments of sobbing and then hyperventilating, she apologizes and excuses herself. Leaving me in the center of the hall where multiple curious and scowling eyes were glued on to me.

Hermione Granger:
I didn't know what to say. It's been years since I last saw the man that secretly broke my heart into the millions of pieces from its previous shape once built by Ronald. I would never have thought in my wildest imagination that I would be here, standing just a few feet in front of him, carrying along divorce papers meant to be given to Ron.
In every question he has had asked me, I responded with a short answer. I soon notice his eyes shifted toward my left ring finger, absent of a simple gold wedding band. I quickly shoved my hand in my pocket, wanting to avoid that question entirely… It was embarrassing.
Everyone seemed to see Ron as this hero, someone with a strong morality and would do no wrong, and that if anyone genuinely knew the man that hid behind this public facade- they would never believe it. I knew there will be questions after we go to court over the divorce, and if I can help it, I'd prefer for no one to know till at least then.
I'm more than certain it will go public and all of Wizarding World would hear of it.

"Divorce Between the Newly Wedded Weasleys"

The magical world would be godsmacked with the fact that the "Golden Trio", had broken up, and I'm more than sure that Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet would be more than happy to bias the news entirely. Lie after lie, where Ronald would be the victim and I'd end up as the convict of the entire affair.
Why support a muggleborn when there's a pureblood affiliated in the entire event.

"I hope you're doing alright," he says, pulling me out of my subconsciousness.
He asked how I was. . Not once during our time in Hogwarts has he had asked a question that verged away from his own personal good. He always was too high and mighty to stoop low by showing sympathy towards anyone below him in the hierarchy. This resulted me into bafflement of complete discombobulation. Something within him has changed, but I didn't want to be too quick to judge.
I glanced up at him with a smile as hundreds of butterflies fluttered within me,
"Of course." I tell him. Still a bit bruised, I really was just alright. To see him pop up out of the blue made it all the better. Yet... there was something that clenched my insides, so painfully I wanted weep. No spell. No charm. No curse. Just Sentiment.
It pained me to think I was still married to that treacherous adversary I once believed- was otherwise. I couldn't break from the chains and weight that binded me down. A dream and desire, so surreal I couldn't believe I was falling for it again. Falling into an endless pit of no escape, I was once more clenching my fist onto a foolish affection I once had for Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy, I think to myself.
I complete prat he was, it was undecayable.
He tells me I wasn't fine, and that I eventually will be, all because I've always had.
My lips spat nonsense, and I was officially incapable of controlling my own words. Once sense was brought back to me, I excused myself.
Fleeting from something that I was now convinced- was inevitable. I did, I truly did. In out of all ridiculousness, I felt it was what was best. To leave and let it mend until time and fate will come to allow it. That maybe something so absurd and hopeless, will eventually become feasible.