"There was so much time. What did we do with it? Where did it all go?" "We wasted it. We pretended we were invincible, and that our struggles were worth more than what they were. We thought we'd live to see our paths never cross again, or... somehow resolve themselves. We were foolish, Draco. Eight years and we lost them. We let ourselves succumb to a petty hatred that was always more important than anything else going on. We'd have probably died with that hatred." "And now?" "Now, I say we live long enough to rectify it." (A short fic showing eight years of Draco and Hermione's lives and the progression of their interactions)
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