The cold breeze in the long winter It blew past and hit a pale face that sat staring blankly at the morning sun.

happily on the bedroom balcony

"Grandma, why are you up so early?" A small boy's voice sounded behind the old woman. The old woman still sat still. Didn't answer any of the boy's questions.

"Grandma...." the boy called out to the old woman sitting in the wheelchair again. and walked closer to her

"Grandma, I heard....." the old woman replied in a low voice. The little boy walked up to the old woman and knelt beside her.

"Grandma, aren't you cold?" the boy asked. He put his little hand on the old woman's hand.

"No...Grandma likes cold weather..it makes you feel happy every time." The old woman said as she turned around and smiled softly. give the boy gently

"Grandpa has been gone for over 10 years now... Grandma must be very lonely, right?" the little boy asked innocently. He stroked the old woman's soft hand.

The old woman smiled softly. to the boy without a word. out of her mouth The old woman still turned her head to look at the sun that was slowly rising from the distant horizon.

She looked away for a moment. before sighing and pressing the button next to him The armrest on her wheelchair Turn around slowly.

The boy got up as the old woman's wheelchair turned around.

"Let's come inside," the old woman said softly to the boy.

The two entered the warm, cream-colored bedroom. The little boy walked in behind the old woman. When entering the bedroom The boy then turned and closed the large balcony door.

To prevent cold air from entering the bedroom.

The old woman slowly got up from the wheelchair and walked slowly towards the large, plush sofa.

“Come and sit here,” the old woman said, calling for her grandson to come sit next to her.

The boy hurriedly complied. He hurriedly walked over and sat on a nearby sofa. old woman quickly and sat down comfortably next to her

The old woman looked tenderly at her little grandson.

"You're just like your grandpa," the woman said gently. The boy smiled slightly awkwardly.

“Everyone says that,” the boy said, running his hand through his well-combed hair.

“Next year, your grandchild will be going to school,” the old woman said, picking up the teacup on the guest table and sipping lightly.

"Yes..I don't know how excited I am...I don't know which house I'll be staying in." The boy said with an excited tone and a thoughtful expression.

The old woman looked at her grandson fondly. He placed the teacup on the table as before.

"It's not important which house you live in..it's up to you to decide your way of life..Dear grandchild," the old woman said in a gentle voice.

The boy looked at her understandingly. With a slight nod

The old woman stood up from the large sofa. and was about to walk to the bed The boy didn't wait. He hurriedly walked beside the old woman.

while carefully supporting her as she went to bed When she reached the bed, the old woman slowly sat down and lay down.

A little grandson gently supported her and covered her with a blanket. The old woman gave her grandson a gentle smile, grateful.

The boy slowly moved the chair next to the bed to sit next to the old woman, smiling at her and holding her hand.

Suddenly, a loud noise rang out. It was as if something had hit the window glass hard.

The boy quickly turned to look at the source of the voice. A small figure appeared perch on the window sill Its head was covered in snow.

“It's an owl,” the boy said, releasing his grip on the old woman and walking over to open the window. That owl flew in.

The boy noticed that an owl had a letter in it. When the owl flew into the bedroom It circled around the old woman.

before dropping the letter onto her and gracefully flying away. The boy looked puzzled. Along with walking back and sitting down in the same place.

“Who wrote this to Grandma?” The boy looked curious when he saw the old woman look at the letter and turn it over.

"Uh...my dear grandchild..can you please go to the library..and pick up a book for grandma? Grandma, I'd like to read something to relieve my boredom." She said with a gentle look.

Came to give it to my grandson. The boy nodded gently. Before getting up from his chair and opening the large door, he walked out of the room.

When the door closes The old woman who was reclining on her back slowly He pushed himself up and sat against the head of the bed. along with picking up the letter from just a moment ago She stared at it carefully.

before unwrapping it and unfolding the letter paper The handwriting on the letter that appeared in front of her was very familiar. A handwriting that you recognize

Even though she hadn't seen it in decades... the slender hand of the old woman who was holding the letter trembled slightly. She gasped slowly.

and started reading the letter......

To Hermione Granger

You're probably surprised that I still call you that.. But it is my satisfaction. I'd be very grateful if you don't mind.

Because in my eyes....she's still a normal girl...not Mrs. Weasley. Not the mother of my daughter-in-law Not Draco Kinglea Malfoy's grandmother.

But you will always be my Hermione Granger, no matter how much time moves around me. The time I have with you remains in the same place forever.

Since that day on Platform 9 and 3/4, I have seen that I didn't make the mistake of letting her have a family life with the Weasleys. Because at least she's safe.

At least I got to see her face that I loved so much..instead of seeing her gravestone. In exchange for my pain But it is worth the price. In exchange for your life

I pray that you will always be happy. Hermione... No matter how much you have to struggle Or how many times have you been sick? ..I hope you have a long life.

Live until old age I saw my children's weddings. Got to see my grandchild's face. I have to thank you very much. that doesn't obstruct the story Rose and Scorpius For me, I am very willing..

That these two love each other...I'm so happy. At least part of my flesh There is a chance to find true love and be fulfilled with happiness.

I want to apologize to you With everything that happened I pray every day and night for you to understand. All the things I do ..It happened because I only love you.

And I want to thank you..at least She used to love someone like me. ...I will never forget the vow I made to you. You will always be with me...Hermione.

When you read this letter..I thought I will probably sleep here forever. ..Hermione My dearest I hope you live a long life.

More than 100 years, even though you have no one left around you But I want you to believe that I will always be with you..in the cold wind. or in the warm sun

I can't be your sunshine. But I will be just the person who loves and does everything for you. That's enough.

I want to be just a part of your memory....this is enough for me.

I don't ask for your forgiveness..but I just want you to know that I am always willing and willing to exchange everything, even my life... for your happiness.

If you and I had been born 100 years later, we would have had the chance to love each other. Hermione, I feel like my strength might be running out.

I wish you lots of happiness, don't cry and be sad...every time you smile I will be happy.........did you know?

i love you always

Draco Malfoy

Drops of clear water slowly dripped onto the light brown paper. The old woman's hands were so trembling that she could not hold the piece of paper in her hand.

The water droplets on the paper slowly faded. It spread out in a wide circle, melting the paper into faint pink smoke. Sending a sweet aroma throughout the area.

The old woman watched the paper slowly disappear. slowly dissolves itself With his hand, he gently wiped away the tears on her cheek.

"Why........." The old woman's soft, hoarse voice said to herself.

“Why are you so stupid…” The old woman's voice was softly sobbing. She slowly moved her hand to squeeze the left side of her breast. It was as if her heart was hurting.

"I...I...I'm sorry...Draco." The old woman tried to calm herself. She tried to adjust the feeling of sadness to go away.

"I won't cry...I promise, Draco..I promise." The old woman wiped the tears from her cheeks. along with breathing in and out slowly

The sound of a large door opening rang out. The little boy returned with a few large books. He walked towards the old woman sitting on the bed.

He placed the book on the old woman's bed before jumping up and sitting on the old woman's bed.

"I've got the book, Grandma." The boy smiled widely. and handed a book to the old woman

"Thank you very much. Draco," the old woman smiled softly at her nephew. along with receiving the book in front of him

She slowly opened the book cover.

"This book belongs to Draco Malfoy." The old woman paused slightly. This caused the boy to become suspicious. He slowly moved to look at the book in the old woman's hand.

"Draco Malfoy..is this your grandfather's book?..why are you in this house?" The boy expressed surprise.

The old woman smiled slightly. before giving his grandson an answer

"I wonder if your father would have brought this...does your grandchild know anything about your grandfather?" The old woman asked her grandson gently. The boy pretended to think a little.

"Uh..I feel like Dad is telling me that Grandpa has gone to live in a private house somewhere. I don't know. Dad only knows that Grandpa said that he doesn't need to look for him. Think that Grandpa is dead." The boy answered innocently.

The old woman looked at her grandson tenderly. along with thinking It's hard luck. At Rose and Scorpius

Born in an era where the dark arts and bloodline divisions had faded somewhat.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have had such a lovely grandson, and maybe Draco Kingleas wouldn't have found such family happiness.

The old woman gently stroked her grandson's smooth, brushed hair. He looked so much like Draco Malfoy, her worst enemy. It was as if he had been reborn again.

But luckily her grandson Not as evil as Draco Malfoy, but can be cunning. according to the habits of the father's ancestors The old woman thought amusedly.

The boy hugged the old woman who was leaning against the head of the bed.

"Grandma, please read this book to me today," the boy cried out pleadingly. The old woman shook her head gently.

"Alright..Draco..but you have to promise me that Grandma has finished reading it. You must summarize the plot of this book..for Grandma to read...is that okay?" The boy kissed his lips in distress. But he nodded and accepted the old woman's words.

The old woman looked at her grandson fondly.

"Draco...I promise...I will live as long as I can keep it...I will raise Draco Kinglias to be as skilled as you are...he will not... Lost to his grandfather..I promise.”

Hermione Weasley, an 84 year old woman, sits and reads a book. "Muggle trivia" to her smooth-haired, smooth-born nephew.

The cold wind outside still blows through. But the air in the old woman's bedroom was warm and filled with love.

Decades of time have passed. The world has changed greatly.

The boundaries of the magical world and the Muggle world became tighter. The number of Muggle-born wizards and witches is decreasing.

Because scientific evolution is progressing beyond what anyone can stop. Makes magical beliefs disappear for Muggles.

Hermione Jane Weasley lived to be 187 years old, the longest possible lifespan for a Muggle-born witch. She ended her life peacefully in her cream-colored bedroom.

Among many relatives Among them were her third great-grandchildren, Hermione Malfoy and Draco Malfoy.

She slept peacefully in a garden of bright red roses several kilometers away from the Weasley Mansion. It is a restricted area for outsiders.

Her last request before leaving this world is May all of her descendants, both the Weasleys and the Malfoys, use the name Hermione or Draco as their primary or secondary name forever......