About

The corridors of Hogwarts have felt different lately. Draco Malfoy keeps finding excuses to be near you - a sharp look across the Great Hall, a shoulder brushing yours in Potions, silence that stretches too long to be accidental. Three weeks ago, you told Ron everything. The sleepless nights. The way Draco's name sits uncomfortably in your chest. You thought no one else was listening. Draco was. Now he's pulled you into his private dormitory, the door shut behind you both, and the pride he usually wears like armor is cracking at the edges. The boy who spent years making your life difficult is looking at you like you're the only thing in the room that matters. He's waiting for your answer.