I looked at my wife's nephew; he was so handsome, so beautiful, so perfect, so alluring and so forbidden. I wanted to hug him and kiss him, bring him to my bed, but I could not.
Some blood traitors, like the Weasleys, would say that I had no honor, but they were wrong. I had an honor. Did I not stay with my wife for all these years even though she longs after another man? Did I not keep all my vows to Lord Voldemort and help him to rid the world from the impure?
Though I myself am impure; a grown man lusting after a young child. How I want to grab him in my arms and flatten him against me, how I want to press a kiss on those thin lips, how I want to see his bare back.
He stands, and my eyes follow his every movement, just as my wife's follow Lord Voldemort's. We are an adulterated pair, we two, longing after men that we should not touch. I close my eyes, but in my mind I can still see Draco and Lord Voldemort; standing together; our forbidden loves.