imagine them being from rival territories, or renaissance with draco as a painter and hermione commissioning him, or two schoolchildren forced to pick two different paths.
reincarnating with no memories of each other but somehow always finding each other like they’re soulmates.
"You remember me."
He hadn't meant to say it aloud, and if he hadn't been so close to her ear, she'd have never heard it.
"Impossible to forget," she mumbled back. "You are…carved into me."
Chapter 33 of Isolation by Bexchan