Draco Malfoy knew from the moment he stepped off of that train for the last time that he was never coming back. And yet somehow, he always seemed to find his way back to the green eyed boy with the lightning scar. As they sit here in silence, twenty-four years old and what seemed like damaged beyond repair, Draco has a single thought. What does it feel like to fall in love? And he realised as he looked back into Potter's eyes, he already knew. (OR Draco Malfoy's life is literally just a slow-burn, and they're both the closest thing to family they've ever known)