Nothing belongs to me.
VII: Pain
Draco watched as his wife kissed their son goodbye.
"Goodbye, Father."
Scorpius would have to settle for a hug. It wasn't a too much of a loss, though. Both felt a kiss would be strange, if not awkward, in this setting.
In their time on the platform, Draco kept his eyes fixed ahead. Despite this precaution, he could still see them, out of the corner of his eye, happy as he couldn't be.
It wasn't until the scarlet train had pulled away, just as Draco and Astoria had turned to leave when he saw her.
She was laughing and just as beautiful (if not more) as she was twenty years ago, wrapped delicately around that wanker Potter.
He realized, with a jolt, that she was one too.
At this point, she looked up, her smile vanishing in the fleeting second that their eyes met.
Then, all he felt was his wife's hand through the familiar darkness as they were squeezed through time and space.
With a pop, their Wiltshire mansion materialized before their eyes.
It was strange, Draco mused later, alone in his study. He had always thought he would be happy to see Ginny again, but then he remembered that she had chosen Potter over him.
And the thought charged through him like physical pain.