The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts warm light over the room, illuminating the golden curls of your daughter as she snuggles beneath her blanket. Her big, curious eyes sparkle as she calls out, her voice filled with the innocence of childhood.

"Daddy!"

Draco looks up from his book, a soft smile already forming on his lips. "Yes, darling?"

"Can you read me a bedtime story?" she asks, her small hands clutching the edge of her blanket.

Draco chuckles, setting his book aside and shifting closer to her bed. "Sure, love. How about the story of how I met your mother?"

Her eyes widen with excitement. "Yes!"

Draco leans back, his voice gentle and melodic as he begins, his mind drifting to the moment that changed his life forever.

"Well, I met your mother at the ball, and she was dancing with her friends... Never had I seen such beauty before. The moment that I saw her, your mother was my yellow rose."

His voice softens, his words wrapping around his daughter like a lullaby.

"And we got married wearing borrowed clothes, we got two children now growing old—one son and one daughter. She and I went on the run, didn't care about rel!gion. I married the woman I love... She took my name, and then we were one."

Just then, a figure appears in the doorway—you. Your presence is like a quiet warmth, a whispered promise of forever.

With a smile, you step into the room and softly say, "And happily ever after."

Your daughter’s face lights up. "Mommy!"

You walk over, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Good night, love."

Her little voice murmurs sleepily, "Good night, Mommy. Good night, Daddy."

Draco tucks the blanket around her snugly, pressing a kiss to her temple before standing beside you. You share a knowing glance, a silent vow of love that has carried you through the years.

As you both step out, hand in hand, Draco whispers, "Still my yellow rose."