The first party after the war is supposed to be a fresh start. For everyone else, it’s just one night to celebrate surviving. For Y/N, it’s something more. Every song, every decoration, every tiny detail was chosen because of one conversation Draco Malfoy had long since forgotten. She never expected him to notice—not really—but a part of her couldn’t help hoping he would. He does show up. Just not for her. As Draco spends the night laughing with someone else, Y/N watches from across the room, convincing herself he’ll come over eventually. He never does. What neither of them realizes is that they’re both waiting for something the other is too afraid—or too oblivious—to say. Sometimes love isn’t about falling. Sometimes it’s about all the moments you let pass before realizing someone had been choosing you all along.