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Voldemort is dead. The war is over. Hogwarts is rebuilding, and Draco Malfoy is trying to convince himself the worst years of his life are behind him. Then Y/N enters his life. Quiet, unreadable, and far more dangerous than Draco initially assumes, she becomes the one person capable of slipping beneath his arrogance and finding everything he keeps buried. Attraction becomes attachment. Attachment becomes something Draco never intended to feel. Love. And Draco fucking hates how much he needs her. Because when whispers begin spreading that the Dark Lord may not be as dead as everyone believes, Draco realizes loving someone has given him something far more terrifying than Voldemort ever did: something to lose. As old loyalties awaken and Harry Potter begins hunting the truth, Draco is dragged toward the darkness he thought he'd escaped, with Y/N caught in a war that was supposed to be over. This time, Potter and Malfoy aren't children. And Voldemort isn't making the same mistakes twice.