A/N: DON'T HATE ME!

Hermione smiled as she surveyed the scene. It was definitely a beautiful day outside – the clouds parting and letting the sun shine through. The grass neatly trimmed with flowers blooming quite wonderfully after such a cold winter. She lay on the ground carefully, laying a small bouquet of roses on the headstone and wiping off the light dust covering the white marble. Her fingers brushed against the golden engraved letter, a small sad smile etched upon her face as she stared at the headstone.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

June 5, 180 – May 2, 1998

"The truth lies within the heart"

"Mum, you're staring again."

She smiled as she turned her attention to the boy… no, man that stood clad in in Auror training robes. He sat on the ground, legs crossing one over the other. More and more people are starting to appear on the grounds, Hogwarts allowing visitors every 2nd of May as a way to remember those that were fallen. She patted the space beside her, indicating the young man to sit.

"I'm just remembering your father, Scorpius," she said quietly, reaching out for his hand and squeezing gently.

At first, people were wary of Hermione after many Death Eaters claimed that she welcomed her title as Voldemort's daughter openly, but it was Harry who made sure that everyone knew what she had to go through to keep herself alive and help in the war. Also, with her pregnancy, no one had the heart to bring her further down. She lost Draco. She lost her family. No one would dare be between a mother and her child. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was born healthy and looked just like his father the minute he was born.

Scorpius had the same blonde hair as his father. He had the same pointed nose. Even the same grey eyes that made Hermione weep in joy and sadness at the same time. Most people would suspect that Scorpius was a perfect copy of Draco. Physically, he was. But personality wise, he was more like his mother than like his father. Scorpius had a thirst for knowledge and a naturally curious mind. Both Lucius and Narcissa welcomed Scorpius with open arms after losing their son. They almost lost hope in seeing a grandchild until after finding out Hermione was pregnant.

It was a difficult pregnancy, especially after the war. She finally let herself grieve for losing her parents and losing Draco, sharing the grief with Narcissa as she lost her son and Lucius was incarcerated at that time. But finding out about the pregnancy, they both knew that grieving would not be healthy for either Hermione or the baby.

Narcissa was never sent to trial, since she never had the mark. Harry made sure that everyone knew that she lied to Voldemort's face just to save him from another killing curse. To ensure that they'd win the war. Lucius, however, was a different story.

He was sent to trial and prison for a while until it was finally proven that he didn't fight alongside Voldemort during the final war. Wandless. Helpless. The man's sold focus was his family and keeping them safe, rushing in between spells to make sure his wife and son were safe. He was sent to house arrest and given parole, in which he enjoyed spending his time with his only grandson.

"It's been nineteen years, mum," Scorpius whispered as he squeezed his mother's hand. "Nan said you should start dating again."

"Oh, hush. Your Nana Cissa still has not stopped pestering me to go out on a date since you were a baby. I'm too old for that now," Hermione laughed, shaking her head.

"You're not old, mum. You're just saying that. Dad's been gone a long time and you should find someone to be with. We're not asking you to replace dad… but you should have someone to take care of you as well."

Hermione gave a soft sigh and a shrug. "Maybe, dear. We'll see."

They sat in silence for a while, the soft breeze ruffling Scorpius' hair. He cleared his throat and gripped Hermione's hand a bit tighter. "Mum… Do you think dad would be proud of me? I mean, I was in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin. Now I'm training to be an Auror. Would he have chosen a different path for me?"

Hermione turned to look at her son once more, smiling wide. It was one of those rare moments of uncertainty that show that somewhere deep inside, Scorpius was still a boy who needed his father despite having many father figures in his life.

"Scorpius, your father would be very proud of you right now and I have no doubts whatsoever that he will be supporting you the whole way. Your father was given very little choices when he was even younger than you are now. If he could've laid out the whole world for you, I'm sure he would."

Scorpius blushed light and grinned, nodding at his mother's words. "I see Auntie Ginny over there with Teddy. I'll just go say hello."

Hermione smiled as she watched her son get up, moving to the people he considered as his family as well. "You were right you know," she whispered as she looked back down at Draco's headstone. "You didn't leave me. You even gave me Scorpius. And he reminds me everyday of you, Draco. You never did leave me. I can still feel you with me, through Scorpius. Thank you."

The wind blew softly, making Hermione smile. It was as if she could hear his voice again. Hearing him say "I love you" despite him being gone. Even nineteen year later.

All was well.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Thank you to everyone that's reviewed and waited patiently for my uploads. I know I've been on hiatus for such a long time and it's been YEARS since I've updated this story. I'm planning to write new ones as well, so keep a look out! Much love!