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Once a year, Draco Malfoy waits for the same girl on the same balcony. Y/N arrives from Beauxbatons, they spend one night catching up on everything they’ve missed, and by morning, she’s gone again. No letters. No visits. Same place. Same night. Next year. Draco tells himself he likes it that way, even as he starts arriving earlier every December just to make sure he doesn’t miss her. Then sixth year begins. A Beauxbatons transfer walks into the Great Hall. Y/N smiles. Draco stares. Apparently, she forgot to mention one tiny detail during their last night together. This time, she isn’t leaving.