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Draco stared. She was sitting on his bench.
Five years he had been visiting the Muggle park and while they kept to themselves, he had noticed her; always across the pond, tearing pieces of bread for the ducks.
“You’re constantly alone,” she stated, breaking the silence. A pause, then, “Your parents?”
“Dead,” he replied simply. “Yours?”
“Australia. Irreversible memory charm.”
“I’m sorry,” they said simultaneously.
He looked at the bundle in her lap. “For the ducks?”
She unwrapped it to reveal a Panettone.
“This? It’s just for us,” she said, winking.
They revisited the park the following Christmas, holding hands.