February 14th 2065
Humming a faithful Beatles song under her breath, Hermione removed the rose from her pocket.
She wasn't sure if it was unbearably cold this year, or if age had simply made her more aware of it. The snow felt like it had buried into her bones and was wrapped around her stiff joints. A harsh gust of wind grabbed her hat from her head, and her short, grey hairs went wild around her face. Watching her hat roll down the hill, she sighed when she realised she would've chased after it many years ago, but age had inevitably stolen her energy and agility.
Shivering as the cold air now harassed her exposed ears, she turned back to the grave and stretched out her arm to trace her wrinkled and trembling finger across the headstone's epitaph, tears falling down her cheeks, too many to count.
"I miss you so much," she said to no one. "The kids do too, and the grandkids. They wanted to come with me but...I just wanted it to be us. Like old times."
She sniffed and cleared her throat.
"Um...I went with Lyra yesterday to Diagon Alley, and we bought some of the books Thuban will need in September," she rambled absently. "I think he wants to be in Slytherin like his cousins...Oh, and Caelum's doing great with the business. He's so much like you, it scares me sometimes."
She twisted the stem of the rose in her hand and didn't flinch when she pricked herself. Glancing down at the black petals, she felt her knees weaken.
"There's no one here to answer my questions anymore," she said in a broken voice, swallowing down a sob. "The kids try to help, but it's not working. I am...I am lost."
Pulling in a breath to steady herself, she dropped the rose on the grave and placed her hands over her heart.
"I don't think I've got long, you know," she murmured. "I'm tired all the time. It's like I can feel my heart slowing down, but it's felt like that since you left to be honest. But I think...I think I'm fading, and I can't tell the kids this, but I'm not scared. I just...I want to see you again."
She reached up to brush away her tears with her gloved hand. They were his gloves.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Draco," she said. "Save me the seat next to yours."
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