Draco Malfoy stood alone in the dimly lit room, surrounded by memories of a love lost. Astoria's passing had left a void in his heart, one he thought would never be filled again. But as he sifted through old letters and trinkets, a realization dawned upon him.
Astoria had always been the one to brew love potions, to concoct feelings that weren't entirely his own. In the wake of her absence, Draco began to understand that perhaps the love he had felt for her had been more of an illusion, a product of her potions, than genuine affection.
In the quiet moments of reflection, Draco found himself drawn to another figure from his past: Pansy Parkinson. She had been there through thick and thin, a constant presence in his life. And despite their tumultuous history, Draco realized that Pansy was the one he truly cared for.
With newfound clarity, Draco sought out Pansy, determined to rekindle what they once had. He found her sitting by the fireplace, lost in thought, just as he had been moments ago.
"Pansy," Draco began, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "I realize now that you've always been the one I truly love."
Pansy looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes before a soft smile graced her lips. "Draco," she whispered, reaching out to take his hand. "I've waited for so long to hear those words."
And in that moment, amidst the echoes of the past and the promise of a new beginning, Draco and Pansy embraced, their hearts finding solace in each other's arms.
Together, they vowed to forge a future untainted by the shadows of their past, guided by a love that was genuine and true. And as they embarked on this journey together, Draco knew that he had finally found his home in the warmth of Pansy's love.