Rose didn't know if she would be able to keep the promise. Her heart kept calling out to Draco. There was no "after," no other man. Only him. But she couldn't tell him that, and she didn't want to admit it to herself either. She felt disappointment racing towards her every time she thought of him in the wrong way. As her boyfriend, her husband, the man who would give her children. It would be so much easier to move on if she didn't give in to her fantasies and kept repeating to herself: "It will never happen."