Years had passed since Voldemort's downfall, and Draco had at last found his way back to Hogwarts—not as a student, but as the professor of Dark Arts. One full year had already slipped by, yet the castle still carried whispers of his past.

As Professor Malfoy strode through the corridors to welcome the newest recruit, a sudden commotion caught his attention. Papers fluttered to the floor, books tumbled from nervous hands, and he instinctively halted. His breath hitched the moment his gaze landed on her.

It couldn’t be.

Yet, there you were.