Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters; I do not.
She walks towards him, her eyes filled with tears and love, and smiles.
It's the first genuine one she's given for a long time, ever since he's been arrested and sent here.
It isn't good enough, of course. Monthly visits are much too far apart for them, and yet for each of them it is what they look forward to, what they live for, until the time when he is released. After all, it's better than nothing.
They look at each other, and they don't need to talk. All they need, really, is each other. Finally she says what she needed to say. She'd debated with herself over it for some time, as she doesn't want him to have more worries, and yet she always shares everything with him, and doesn't want to make any exceptions, especially if it concerns their son.
"Draco has been given a task," she says, choosing her words carefully so that if anyone is listening in they won't understand. "It's difficult." She tries to keep her voice light, and it would have worked with anyone but him.
He stares for a moment, uncomprehending, then he understands. "What can I do?" he asks, sounding broken. She knows how hard it must be for him, trapped here, rendered helpless.
"Nothing," she tells him, tears that had remained in her eyes before starting to flow down her cheeks.
"You can go to Severus," he says. "He's my friend, he'll help you. I just wish…"
"I know," she tells him, wanting him to finish the sentence anyway, wanting him to mention her as well.
"I just wish I could help him," he says, fulfilling her unspoken wish. "And I wish I could help you."
"This is helping me," she says, and it's true. This helps, even if after their hour is over her heart begins to ache more than ever. At least she'll have another memory that she can think about, a memory with him. "But I feel so broken without you."
"We're both broken," he tells her, his voice soft and soothing, and in that moment all she wants is to hold him. "But we can heal each other."
"Will we ever be whole again?" she asks him, her voice trembling, her pale hand wiping away her tears.
"Of course we will," he assures her, and she can tell that even though Azkaban has been eating away at him, he believes this with all his heart, and always will. Some things Azkaban can't take away. His belief encourages her.
And she believes it, too.