Draco took a step toward the one on the mantle that always caught his attention. He was dancing with Hermione at Blaise and Pansy’s wedding, weeks after they’d been caught on a date and the whole wizarding world crowded into their personal lives. They’d barely been together two months, but he’d known she was it. She was everything he could ever want, and the look in his eyes, even in the picture, said exactly that. He was watching her laugh as he spun her around. Draco remembered fighting back the desire to tell her how much he loved her right there, remembered that he’d been waiting for the perfect moment for a while. 