Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned Harry Potter, Pansy would be Scorpius's mom. (I do own Pansy and Blaise's daughter, though)
Her hand was curled in that of a small child, her child, Blaise's child.
Draco was knelt down slightly, telling a boy (it had to be his son, they looked exactly alike) something. The boy nodded intently and ran off towards the train, waving wildly to a little auburn-haired girl carrying a large book. Draco shook his head, smiling slightly, and wrapped his arm around the woman beside him.
Pansy froze, watching the two. The woman clung to him with one arm as they waved to the boy. It all hit her so quickly, Draco was in love, Draco was married, Draco had a child.
Draco had gotten over her.
Pansy wished she could say all that was true for her as well.
But, no, she hadn't gotten over him and the one she loved was not the one she married. The one she loved was clinging to that Greengrass girl(the words were filled with venom, even in her mind).
She squeezed the hand of the girl beside her, "Stay away from that Malfoy boy, sweetie. Malfoy's have this habit of breaking hearts."
Author's Note: I still don't like the ending, but after staring at this for about a month, I still couldn't think of anything else. Not the best drabble, but I've always liked Pansy and I feel bad for her. :(