You would have thought that after a year, she would have gotten used to her father not popping up at her apartment randomly for a visit or not seeing him sitting cross-legged in his couch when she visited.
Some things… time just don't heal.
She still get pangs when she thought she glimpsed him in her apartment or in her parents' house when, in actuality, she didn't.
Grief jumps on her sometimes and engulfs her in its darkness.
During these times, she is grateful for Draco.
Snuggled in his arms, she feels safe from all the harm in this world.