Regret was more powerful than guilt. Every time she stepped into Draco's presence Hermione felt it wash over her in waves. How much different would their lives have been if they'd been free to pursue an actual, innocent relationship? She didn't think it was possible that they would've been able to get past their differences while they were at Hogwarts together, but what about afterwards? When they were both adults and had matured? If the war ended with a victory for Harry Potter and those that believed him to be the Chosen One, there was a possibility that she could've had an honest relationship with Draco. Fallen in love and had a future. She'd pushed aside the fantasies when they were together in their stolen moments. Living with him, waking up next to him made it almost impossible to ignore. She felt like she was living in a haze when she was around him, not because of magic or potions or anything else external. She was fighting a losing battle within herself because she regretted that they would never have a chance to be normal. She wanted to love him even when she knew it was impossible. Neither of them were the people they should have been able to grow into. It was a dangerous game to live on regrets.