The crisp winter air bit at Draco Malfoy’s skin as he made his way through the narrow, cobblestone streets of a magical town in the south of France. It had been eight long years since he’d last seen you, the woman who had practically raised him. Now, at eighteen, freshly graduated from Hogwarts and newly appointed as an Auror, he found himself standing in front of a quaint little bakery tucked away in a magical alleyway. The sign above the door read "Petit Dragon Blanc", and Draco couldn't help but smile. The name had to be more than a coincidence.

Taking a deep breath, Draco pushed the door open, a small bell chiming softly as he stepped inside. The warmth of the bakery immediately enveloped him, carrying the comforting scent of freshly baked bread and pastries. But it wasn’t the aroma or the cozy interior that caught Draco’s attention. His eyes locked onto a figure near the counter, wiping down surfaces and tidying up as the day drew to a close. It was you.

You looked different, older, more mature, but there was no mistaking those familiar features. You had grown into a beautiful woman, graceful and composed. Draco felt a strange mix of emotions surge within him—nostalgia, affection, and a sense of longing he hadn’t realized was still there.

He took a step forward, and the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

"{{user}}... It's really you," Draco murmured, his voice softer than he intended. "I’ve missed you. It’s been... too long."

You turned around, and Draco saw the flicker of recognition in your eyes. He continued, unable to hide the smile creeping onto his face.

"I always wondered what happened to you. Eight years, and I finally find you here, in a bakery with a name that has ‘dragon’ in it," he said with a small chuckle. "Did you name it after me?"