"I don't think he even knows what a proper sleep is!" Draco shook his head, already missing his feather bed. "We seriously need to give him a crash course in luxury." Poor fellow didn't know any of the good things life had to offer.
"I did, do, love her." He said softly, sadly. "As a friend. Astoria is one of the few people who never gave up on me. And I can only imagine how much that love would have grown once we had you. I may not ever have been in love with her," because there was no way he could ever imagine being with a woman voluntarily. What did you even do with women? Gross. "But I know we would have found our own way to be happy."
It was different with Harry though. And Draco didn't want to jinx it by talking about love and children and forever. Harry wanted to take it slow, which has turned out to be a blessing. He could wait. There was time.
"Maybe you realized the person you love most in this world did some things that can't be forgiven," he said quietly, looking down at his feet. That was his worst fear, after all. That Scorpius would stop looking at him like that, would stop believing in him.