Three years. Three years of him being relegated to a name in a file; stowed away in her memories. He was her worst daydreams, and her beautiful nightmares. Hardly a day went by that Hermione didn’t think of him; didn’t imagine his presence or lament the life she might’ve had if she’d never met Draco Malfoy. But nothing could have prepared her to see him in-person again. To feel his skin under her touch.