"It’s okay, it’s okay, I feel the same - you’re not betraying them," Draco murmured, swallowing against his own tears, and sounding as if he were trying to convince himself as much as Harry, "I miss them every day, and I think of them every day, but it's not wrong to be hopeful for the future. I miss Scorpius, but I know that if I ever had other children, I would love them as much as I loved him, but they wouldn’t be replacements for him. And I love Astoria, and I probably always will - but I know that she would have wanted me to move on eventually. But it’s easier said than done, I know," he said weakly, "She had a blood maladiction you know - we both knew she wasn’t long for this world. I knew it when I married her that we wouldn’t get a long life together," Harry stepped back slightly in surprise, his hands still on Draco’s arms and peering into his face "On reflection, I don’t think I really, actually, absorbed what that would mean for us.  