Chapter 1 : Prologue
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The man glanced over in her direction, when he felt her staring. He returned his focus on the heavier set man in front of him and nodded. After the other man shook his hand and retreated, he once again returned his attention to Hermione. He sighed and turned around to where his wife was talking with another woman.
Hermione released herself from Ginny’s grasp, wiping her eyes from the freshly spilled tears that had fallen. Ginny saw the sadness in her eyes and frowned. “It’ll get easier once you receive her first letter,” she stated.
Hermione nodded at Ginny’s comment, although her tears were not so much about her daughter leaving. She looked over at their two children running around, laughing, and smiled at their innocence. She wished she could return to that age again, when life wasn’t as complicated as it was for her now. “It’ll be lonely without her there,” she responded.
“Don’t forget you still have Hugo,” Ginny laughed, staring over at the two children as well.
Hermione sighed to herself. Sure she had Hugo, but it wasn’t the same. Her body trembled, as she thought about what could happen when her daughter arrives at school, wondering if she will somehow learn the truth.
Her thoughts were disturbed, when she felt Ron’s arm wrap around her shoulder. She looked up at him and smiled. He leaned in and gave her a kiss. “Ready to go, love?” he asked.
She nodded and turned toward the two children still running around and laughing. “Okay you two, it’s time to go.”
“Aw, do we have to?” Hugo whined. “Me and Lily were playing.”
“Lily and I,” Hermione corrected her son. “And, we’re actually going over to your Aunt and Uncle’s house now, so you will still be able to play with her.”
Hugo’s face lit up. “Then let’s go,” he announced, as he marched in front of the adults, with Lily shaking her head behind him.
They all followed him out of the station. Hermione decided to take one last glance at the man still in the station with his wife. He again looked over at her and gave a curt nod, before she turned back around and walked away.
He continued to watch her, even after she had gone. He then looked over at his wife, who had just said something to him. “I’m sorry?” he said, not hearing what she just said.
“Damn it, Draco. How many times must I repeat myself before you will actually listen?” his wife huffed, as she crossed her arms over her chest and stormed out of the station.
He took a deep breath, before following her out. He knew better than to say anything, knowing what kind of mood she was in. They were about to Apparate, when he suddenly remembered he left something back at the station. “Scorpius handed me something before he got on the train,” he explained. “I placed it on the bench and forgot to pick it up again. I’ll be right back.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll meet you at home,” she responded, as she turned on her heel and Apparated home.
He shook his head, as he quickly returned to the station. He hurried toward the column, in between Platforms 9 and 10, checking his pocket watch for the time. He still had a few more minutes before the barrier would close. He walked through the column, hoping the item would still be on the bench.
As he neared the bench, he saw the present still waiting for him. He breathed a sigh of relief, as he picked up the wrapped package. When he turned back around, he accidentally bumped into someone. “Oh, sorry,” he began to say, but then paused when he came face-to-face with her.
She looked down at the package in his hands and then looked up at him. His blue eyes pierced through her brown eyes, freezing her in her stance. She quickly looked away from him, when she realized how awkward their silence was.
He cleared his throat, sensing the awkwardness, too. “I forgot about Scorpius’ gift to me,” he explained, lifting the package to show her.
She turned toward him and nodded, looking down at the package. “My son dropped his scarf,” she answered, holding up a small scarf.
He nodded, as he cleared his throat again. “H…how have you been?” he tried to ask, finding it difficult to make conversation with her.
She shrugged, not sure what to say to him. “I’ve been okay,” she finally answered. “You?”
He sighed, not particularly enjoying their small talk. “I get by.”
She looked away, feeling very awkward in their conversation. “Malfoy, I,” she paused, as she returned her attention to him.
He sighed, not able to take his eyes off her. “Don’t say it, Granger,” he quickly interrupted her.
She nodded, understanding his plea. “I guess we knew this day would eventually come.”
“I can’t believe it’s been eleven years.”
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