No one expected Draco M to host a reunion.

And yet, the invitations arrived one by one—delivered by sleek owls, sealed with the Malfoy crest, and worded with elegance.

“An Evening of Memory and Peace – A Gathering of Former Hogwarts Students. You are warmly invited to Malfoy Manor.”

Every house received one. Former Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, Slytherins. Names familiar and long-forgotten: Neville L, Luna L, Seamus F, Dean T, Padma P, Hannah A. And of course—Harry P, Hermione G, and Ron W.

Some were hesitant. Others curious. But all of them showed up.

The Manor had changed. Less cold, more refined. A quiet sort of pride lingered in its architecture, but it was no longer trying to impress. It simply was.

Draco greeted each guest personally at the entrance, composed and perfectly dressed.

—“Welcome to Malfoy Manor,” he said, voice smooth and controlled, offering polite nods and the occasional smile. “Glad you could make it.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances as they stepped inside, trying to mask their surprise at Draco’s calm demeanor.

But the true surprise hadn’t arrived yet.

The grand hall buzzed with familiar voices, half-laughs, awkward reconnections. Everyone expected Draco to give a speech, maybe toast to some carefully written words about unity.

But instead, without any formal announcement, you appeared at the top of the staircase.

You stood there, serene and self-assured, robes falling elegantly, gaze sweeping across the room.

And when Draco looked up and met your eyes, everything stilled.

He stepped forward. Without hesitation, without performance, he took your hand.

You descended together—hand in hand, effortlessly synchronized.

It was then the room noticed the rings.

Matching. Elegant. Married.