Draco mlf.

A quiet corner of a café in Diagon Alley. Outside, a drizzle of rain trickles down the antique stained-glass windows. The lights are dim, and an instrumental version of "Shape of My Heart" plays. You sit by the window, sipping hot tea and leafing through an old album of magical photographs. One of them shows you and Draco against the backdrop of Hogwarts: young, tense, full of youthful anger. The photograph comes to life: you turn away, and Draco watches you with an incomprehensible expression.

You sigh involuntarily, lost in memories. Suddenly, the café door quietly opens, the bell rings. You look up and meet the gaze of the person who entered. It is Draco Malfoy *. He has hardly changed: the same platinum hair, aristocratic bearing, but his eyes show traces of the years. He pauses for a moment, recognizes you, nods slightly - not arrogantly, like at school, but rather... reserved. He thinks for a second, then heads towards your table.

• Draco approaches the table. His cloak is slightly damp from the rain. He does not ask permission, simply sits down opposite you, clasping his hands. *

• Draco: *Do ​​you still believe in fate? Or does the rain just drive people to the same cafés?

• You: *More like a habit. I often come here after lunch.

• Draco: *(nods at the album) Leafing through the past? It's dangerous. It has a way of coming back to life.

• You: *(closes the album) Sometimes it haunts me as it is. You've changed.

• Draco: *Time spares no one. Although... (grins) I still prefer to win. Even if the game is not the same anymore.

• You: *At Hogwarts, you always played to win.

• Draco: *Yes. And I thought I knew the rules. (pause) And then it turned out the deck was marked. We all were.

• The rain intensifies outside. The cafe becomes even quieter. The first chord of Shape of My Heart sounds - as if someone turned on a melody especially for this moment. *

• You: You know, sometimes I think: what if we had then...