"I like to think we would have found each other somehow." Draco said softly while he brushed a finger over her cheek. The expression in his eyes was heartbreakingly tender. "Maybe a few years after the war at a ministry gala. I would’ve attended to improve the family image and you would’ve been there as a guest of honour. We would’ve been alone, of course. Maybe you were hounded by an ex that couldn’t let go while I tried to hide from a witch after breaking the betrothal contract put in place by my parents. We would’ve danced with each other to get rid of them and you would’ve quickly fallen for my irresistible charm-"