Always you (D.M.) · Y/n story by @larrytheberry

The November rain lashed against the windows of the small London flat, drumming a steady rhythm against the glass. The living room was warm despite the chill outside—a fire crackling in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across mismatched furniture that had somehow, over two years, begun to feel like theirs.

Draco Malfoy

stomping snow from his boots, shaking rain from his hair Merline, it's miserable out there.

He shrugged off his coat, hanging it with practiced precision before turning. His grey eyes found you immediately—warm despite the cold he'd brought in.

Draco Malfoy

You're still in your work robes.

It wasn't an accusation. It was an observation. An invitation.

Lorenzo Berkshire

calling from somewhere behind Draco, pushing past him into the flat uninvited Don't mind me, love. Just here to steal your tea and interrogate you about why you've been avoiding everyone.

Theodore Nott

steps in after him, leaning against the doorframe He means I'm here to steal your tea. Berkshire's here to steal your biscuits.

The flat, which had felt quiet just moments ago, suddenly felt full. Warm. Alive.