Years later

Could that be her? Draco thought as he was walking out the door. Down the road it was dark, so he couldn’t make out whether or not she had that chestnut hair he seemed to always dream about.

Please let it be her, let it be my Ana.

Almost on cue, as if Draco had spoke aloud, the hooded female turned around and he knew.

Those eyes. They locked with his and as he got closer, his throat started to close.

“Ana..” he finally said. “It’s you.”

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The Malfoy Manner was a peculiar place that had once been home to Draco’s parents, and Draco himself. On the day of his wedding, Lucius had given the Manner to his son in hopes of him raising a family there.

Draco did in fact make Lucius and Nacrissa grandparents and though he loved his son, he did not love his wife. In fact, Draco married Astoria simply to make his father proud. She was a pretty girl, who was a pure-blood from a powerful family. At one point he did have some sort of  feeling inside for her but as the years went on, Draco grew more distant. He stopped coming home for lunch to see her and their son. Stopped speaking with her about the rubbish he dealt with at work. He just stopped. No longer did he kiss, caress, or even make love to this women. Eventually he would just leave at night to go drinking at the pubs..

On some nights though, he couldn’t help but to go to the pub in Hogsmead in hopes of seeing someone in particular. He would sit near a window, feeling pathetic about his life, searching for the one he knew would make it better again.

Draco’s mother, Nacrissa, knew that her son was indeed unhappy with Astoria. She also knew that he had loved another since he was just a boy attending Hogwarts School. She said nothing of course, because her grandson was the sweetest child, most beautiful baby boy that she had ever seen besides her own son. Every time her and her husband visited however, she saw her sons sad stare. Though he smiled, Draco’s eyes never seemed to change.

It was just like any night, ordinary and unwavering. Draco was sitting in his office chair, waiting for his wife to wander off to bed. With his back to the doorway, he faced the fireplace. It was the only light, and even though it was dark, he heard Astoria’s footsteps patter on the wooden floor, growing louder the closer she got.

“Goodnight darling. I hope to see you in bed tonight..” she said as she placed her hand on Draco’s shoulder. He knew that she wanted to rekindle what was once there, but he didn’t want to. He was finished with this, and with her. He had slowly been drinking himself into a fool. In the mornings he’d find himself in random places, unable to recall the previous night.

“I’m sorry Astoria. I don’t believe I’ll be joining you.”

Tonight he’d go back to the Three Broomsticks; he felt as though tonight was the night he’d find her.

His wife said nothing as she left the room, and Draco knew he had broken this women’s heart.