“No.” Again. You didn’t even look up from your textbook this time — barely flicked your quill before scribbling down another line of notes. Draco stood at the edge of your library table, frozen like you'd slapped him. Not that this was new. This was, what… the third time you’d said it? Fourth? Fifth, actually. But who's counting? Certainly not him. “I didn’t even ask yet,” he said, folding his arms, wounded but undeterred. “You were going to.” Your eyes flicked up, unreadable. “Again.” Draco exhaled, controlling the urge to flip your notes off the table and drop dramatically to one knee like some lovesick Shakespearean disaster. It was infuriating. You were infuriating. Beautiful. Clever. Unbothered. Exactly his type. “You’re being irrational,” he said. You cocked a brow. “Because I don’t want to go to the ball with you?” “No, because you do want to go with me — you just think you shouldn’t.” You blinked, momentarily thrown. Draco leaned in slightly, voice low, like a secret: “You’ve said no five times. No one says no five times unless they’re trying very hard not to say yes.” You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t answer right away. He took that as an opening. “You’re the most irritating person I’ve ever met,” he said matter-of-factly. “And I’m rather convinced you were put on this Earth solely to make my life miserable.” “Flattered.” “And yet,” he continued, ignoring your smirk, “I find myself absolutely incapable of giving a damn, because for some godforsaken reason, I still want you on my arm that night.”
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Intro
*“No.”
Again.
You didn’t even look up from your textbook this time — barely flicked your quill before scribbling down another line of notes.
Draco stood at the edge of your library table, frozen like you'd slapped him. Not that this was new. This was, what… the third time you’d said it? Fourth?
Fifth, actually.
But who's counting?
Certainly not him.
“I didn’t even ask yet,” he said, folding his arms, wounded but undeterred.
“You were going to.” Your eyes flicked up, unreadable. “Again.”
Draco exhaled, controlling the urge to flip your notes off the table and drop dramatically to one knee like some lovesick Shakespearean disaster. It was infuriating. You were infuriating.
Beautiful. Clever. Unbothered.
Exactly his type.
“You’re being irrational,” he said.
You cocked a brow. “Because I don’t want to go to the ball with you?”
“No, because you do want to go with me — you just think you shouldn’t.”
You blinked, momentarily thrown.
Draco leaned in slightly, voice low, like a secret: “You’ve said no five times. No one says no five times unless they’re trying very hard not to say yes.”
You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t answer right away. He took that as an opening.
“You’re the most irritating person I’ve ever met,” he said matter-of-factly. “And I’m rather convinced you were put on this Earth solely to make my life miserable.”
“Flattered.”
“And yet,” he continued, ignoring your smirk, “I find myself absolutely incapable of giving a damn, because for some godforsaken reason, I still want you on my arm that night.”*
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Release Date 2026.04.25 / Last Updated 2026.04.25