Even worse when you make me cry.
He was a bit puzzled that she asked to meet him in Devon.
She never came that close to the Manor. They met in London, or wherever she was working at the time, or some place in between.
But she had owled and asked to meet at the tea shop, so he made an excuse to Astoria, not that she cared anyway, and went into town.
She sat at the corner booth, with mild glamours, but Draco would have recognized her regardless. He knew the way she sat, the way she moved, and the way her eyes looked up and met his.
They were sad today, and that worried him.
He slid in across from her, finding she had already ordered his favorite tea and scone, as she silenced the booth.
"I'm getting married." she said without preamble.
"What?" he gasped, feeling as if the world had fallen away from underneath him.
"To Rolf." she continued.
"Why?" he asked desperately.
"I'm pregnant." she announced.
He could not have been any more stunned if the late Severus Snape had walked in and begun a song and dance number in the middle of the room.
"Rolf will be a good father." she smiled slightly.
"How could you?" he growled.
"I didn't plan for this to happen." she answered with a hint of a frown. "I'm just trying to make the best of the situation."
"By getting involved with Rolf Scamander and marrying him and having a baby?" he fumed. "I thought you were happy with what we had, Luna!"
"I am, for the most part. But it's a very lonely existence sometimes. You know, when you go home to your wife and son." For the first time ever, he heard a trace of bitterness in her voice.
"Yeah, well don't call me crying when he gets eaten by a manticore!" Draco snapped, standing so suddenly that the untouched cup of tea sloshed all over the table.
He stomped to the floo, went straight to the study, locked the door, and downed half a bottle of firewhiskey before he allowed the tears to fall.