Really love
The image of Pansy flashed through his mind, and he was momentarily brought back to the present. He smiled wistfully, remembering the anticipation he felt about their upcoming rendezvous later that day. Pansy had always been so attentive, so loving; she had never made him feel like a mere convenience, like Astoria had. Even though they had to meet in secret, away from prying eyes, it was worth it.
Draco's gaze drifted back to the bed, and he couldn't help but wonder how much of their relationship was truly genuine. He'd always known that Astoria was ambitious, that she cared more about status and wealth than anything else. Perhaps she had seen Theodore as a means to an end, a way to secure her position in society. The thought made his stomach turn.
He forced himself to look away, making his way back down the hallway and out of the guest room. As he closed the door behind him, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. It was clear that his marriage to Astoria had been nothing more than a charade, a facade they had both maintained for the sake of appearances. And while it pained him to admit it, he knew that the only person he had ever truly loved was Pansy.
As the afternoon wore on, Draco busied himself with work, trying to forget what he had seen. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the image of Astoria and Theodore from his mind. He couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be satisfied; if there would ever be a time when she looked at him the way she looked at Theodore right now. He doubted it.
Later that evening, as he prepared to meet Pansy at Parkinson's house, he found himself feeling a mixture of anticipation and guilt. He knew that he should end things with Astoria, that he deserved to be with someone who truly loved him. But at the same time, he felt trapped by the life they had built together, by the expectations that society had placed upon them.