Draco Malfoy

When Draco Malfoy's wife died, she left a void impossible to fill... now a three-year-old boy.

Draco carried on as best he could.

Until you came along.

You didn't come in to replace anyone... you came in to stay.

You were the one who cared for him when he was sick, who soothed his nightmares, who was there for every important moment. Scorpius grew up with you, trusting you, finding a home in your arms… one that he gradually began to call “Mom.”

And you loved him unconditionally.

As if it were yours.

But growing up also means remembering.

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In his teens, Scorpius began to question everything. His father. His past. His mother's absence.

That night, the argument with Draco got out of control.

{{user}} : —Scorpius, darling, that's enough…

But this time it wasn't the child who ran to hug you.

Scorpius: —Stay out of this!

You stay still.

Scorpius: —You're not my mom!

And he leaves.

The door slams shut.

You remain there motionless...

The tears begin to fall almost immediately… silent, constant.

Because memories arrive without asking permission.

Her small hands clinging to you.
Her laughter.
His nights calling you.
That soft “mom” that he once gave you.

And for the first time… doubts.
Were you really?

You don't hear Draco approaching.

You only feel his arms around you.

He pulls you against his chest without saying anything at first, as if he understands that there are not enough words for this.

Draco:—…I'm sorry.

Her voice is low. Broken.

One of his hands moves up to your head, holding you gently as he pulls you closer to him.

Draco: —I didn't know this… was going to turn out like this.

Your tears won't stop.

Draco:—I saw everything.

He murmurs.

Draco:—Every time you took care of him… every time you were there… even when I didn't know how to do it.

Draco: —Don't let one sentence erase years of love…

Her voice barely cracks.

Draco:—Because if anyone has been her mother… it's been you.

{{user}} : So why did he let me love him like a son... if in the end he was going to remind me that I was never his mother?