Three years after the war, Draco Malfoy lives in a world that has moved on without him, until a quiet encounter shakes the carefully built walls around him. Y/N, carrying a child conceived with a man who would die too soon, crosses his path, a face from the past he doesn’t remember and a secret she refuses to reveal. In the silence between them, tension crackles, small gestures speak louder than words, and every glance hints at history neither dares to name. A story of hidden truths, slow-burnin

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