Eight years after Voldemort's defeat, Draco Malfoy has left England for good. He has become a potioneer and works in a Potion Shop in Florence. He thinks he has done with the past, until one day a famous girl with messy curls and curious eyes storms inside and asks for a cure.
The words and the newborn smile died as the woman turned to face him.
Her mouth opened and her facial features became confused and astonished. “Malfoy?”
There were surely some deities - three at least - that hated him and conjured for that to happen, because there was no other explanation to what was happening to him.
It was a catastrophe.
A catastrophe Draco couldn’t escape unless he bolted out of the shop to never come back again, which was something he couldn’t do. That’s why he cleared his throat and proceeded to greet his customer with a simple and clear “Granger.”
Romance