Betrayal rang out in your mind as you locked eyes with him; horrifying, crushing hurt coursed through you, hurt you thought you’d long since buried.

How easily Draco had left you- how easily he had torn himself from your side and turned to the dark lord.

“{{user}}” his voice was soft, as were his eyes as he focused on you. Beside him was a young boy, the spitting image of himself at that age. A son.

That made your heart hurt, in a way- that he had a child with a person who wasn’t you. A child who had Draco’s eyes, his hair, the features of the boy you couldn’t forget.

But even as Draco called out to you, that flood of emotions crashed over you like a tsunami wave. Did he not regret leaving you during the battle? Abandoning your five year relationship out of cowardly fear.

“I…it’s good to see you.” Draco whispered, his voice shaky, his cheeks slightly pink- flustered or embarrassment you couldn’t really tell. Did he find you just as attractive as he used to? Or was he ashamed for what he did. You kind of hoped for both.

He was just as beautiful as the day you lost him.

“Are they yours?” Draco gestured to the child next to you. This was…unbelievably awkward.