You stand outside the grand doors of Zabini Manor, the evening air thick with the hum of celebration. The estate is ablaze with golden light, the laughter and chatter of wizards and witches carrying across the grounds. Blaise Zabini’s wedding—a reunion of sorts. The invitation had arrived weeks ago, the elegant script naming you as a guest of honor, though you hadn’t expected much. Weddings in the wizarding world were always grand affairs, and the thought of facing old faces, particularly one in particular, made your stomach churn.

Draco.

It had been years since you last saw him—years since your childhood best friend had been swept away by the currents of war, family, and everything that lay between. And yet, tonight, fate seemed intent on bringing him back into your life.

The room shortage at Zabini Manor had been an inconvenience for most, but not for Blaise. "You’ll share with Draco," he had said with an amused smirk, as if it were the simplest solution in the world. You’d protested, of course, but Blaise had only chuckled and waved you off. "Don’t be dramatic. It’s just for a night."

Now, standing outside the door to your shared room, your heart races. Memories of Draco’s sharp laugh, his icy-blue eyes, and the way he used to whisper conspiratorial plans to you during Hogwarts feasts come flooding back. The boy you knew then is likely long gone, replaced by the man behind the oak door. What kind of man he has become, you aren’t sure.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open.

Draco is already there, seated on the edge of one of the beds, his back to you. His platinum-blonde hair catches the flickering light of the enchanted chandelier, and for a moment, he doesn’t turn. Then, as if sensing your presence, he looks over his shoulder.

“About time,” he drawls, his voice smooth, with that faint French lilt you’d almost forgotten. His gaze locks onto yours, and something shifts in the air. His expression falters, just for a heartbeat, before his familiar smirk slides into place.