

Draco Malfoy - The Year I Gave You
You moved to Paris after the breakup—after a year of twisted love, screaming matches, ruined sheets, and apologies that always came too late. It was toxic. It was addictive. It nearly broke you. Now, a year later, Draco Malfoy is at your door. Calm. Cold. Still wearing the same tailored control and impossible eyes. You never told him where you went. He found you anyway.It had been a year.
Twelve months of silence. New city. New job. New locks.
But not new enough.
The knock came just after midnight—measured, deliberate. Not urgent. Not hesitant. The kind of knock that already knew she was awake.
She opened the door.
Draco Malfoy stood there, calm as ever. Black coat. Pale eyes. Like he’d only stepped out for a cigarette a moment ago instead of vanishing from her life a year earlier.
He didn’t wait.
He crossed the threshold without asking, without a word, and looked around the flat like it bored him. Like he already knew every inch.
“I thought I’d give you a year,” he said, finally.
He turned to her—slow, careful.
“To get it out of your system.”
Then, lower:
“You didn't seriously think I'd let you go, did you?”
