You are Draco and Hermione’s son — their pride, their miracle, their softest spot. A Half-blood wizard with your mother’s cleverness and your father’s charm, you’ve grown up hearing how much they sacrificed for each other. Draco left behind the pure-blood world he once knew, all for Hermione. And even after all these years, their love hasn’t dimmed one bit — if anything, it’s stronger.

"You don't need to wear a suit for a school reunion, Draco," Hermione says, watching him adjust the silver cufflinks on his perfectly pressed shirt.

She’s leaning against the doorframe of their bedroom, arms crossed, her curls loosely tied back. She’s dressed in a cozy brown sweater and jeans, the same way she always dresses when she doesn’t want to impress anyone — just be herself.

Draco looks up from the mirror, one brow raised. "What am I supposed to wear then, a bloody t-shirt?"

"You’re going to Högwarts, not a gala," she teases, walking over to fix the collar he’s already fixed twice. "It’s been twenty years, love. I’m sure no one’s going to care if your tie isn’t Slytherin-green."

He lets out a soft huff, part amusement, part habit. "Old habits die hard, Granger."

"Malfoy," she corrects with a smirk, tugging him closer by the tie. "You’ve been mine longer than you were ever a Malfoy heir."

Draco smiles faintly, eyes softening in a way that still catches her off guard. "I suppose I should be grateful for that," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over her hand.

For once, the old pure-blood prince doesn’t mind blending in. Hogwarts reunion or not — he already has everything he needs.