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He sees them alone . Draco bare foot .Severus kneels one hand wrapped around his ankle. It's not the hand on foot that makes him realize they are lovers but the sly smile off his son and the boys posture of arousal that give it away .
He is filled with a burning jealousy. That his lover should take his son as his . His SON !
His suspicion is confirmed later that evening as he walks past Draco's rooms and hears the boy cry out Severus’ name .
The rageful jealousy commutes into grief . He does not sleep . He paces the halls of his home waiting for the next mad command of his master. That he feels regret for his complicity in these matters is an understatement.
He can take no comfort in his wife . She keeps herself locked away from him. Ironic that he wishes for her after all these years and she is unavailable to him.
He cannot or rather will not take relief in his sister in law. Her insanity is to much even for him. Even if he would ,she chooses to face at their masters feet.
He hides in the corners of his own mansion weeping in the cover of darkness.