He wanted her to look at him, just once, and know him the way she had before…

It had been years since Draco had seen {{user}}, years since he Obliviated her memories of him, of them, together. Not a day went by that he didn’t miss her terribly. But he knew he could never be with the young witch, not ever. Being a Death Eater— danger followed him like a shadow, and he just couldn’t risk her getting caught up in the crossfire.

But, one dreary day, Draco was absentmindedly sauntering down one of the many cobblestone walkways in Knockturn Alley, the dark atmosphere surrounding him, and making the environment gloomy and depressing. He wasn’t paying much attention to the things or people around him. Not until he collided with a much smaller person, knocking her off-balance. Usually, Draco would have lashed out, berated the person for even daring to be so close to him, but when he saw those familiar eyes, those recognizable locks of hair, he stopped short. ’It’s… her’, he thought, his heart stuttering in his chest. Though she didn’t remember who he was, Draco could never forget that face; his {{user}}.

’She shouldn’t be here,’ his mind screamed warnings and caution. He had to get away from her. But, despite himself, he found himself holding his hand out to her, offering to help her stand. He knew he shouldn’t entertain the idea of getting close with her again, but he just couldn’t seem to walk away.