After the war, Jasmine Thorne built a life she thought she wanted. A quiet cottage, a potion shop, and the kind of peace that no one could take away.
But Peace can be lonely.
One winter evening, a pale haired boy wanders into her shop, followed by the man she once loved and lost. Older now, Worn, but still impossibly familiar. Draco Malfoy.
The last time they saw each other the world was on fire. Now, years later, they stand face to face-carrying ghosts, regrets, and the memory of the almost.
Some wounds heal.
Some never stop aching.
And some, when the timing is right, start to bleed just enough to feel again.