Draco Malfoy

Lately, you'd felt like someone was following you. Strange coincidences, shadows in the Hogwarts hallways, a constant presence that made your skin crawl. At first you ignored it, but when you started seeing it near your dorm, you knew it wasn't your imagination. Someone was stalking you.

One night, fed up with the feeling of being watched, you turned into a hallway and pulled out your wand, facing your stalker.

—I know you're there!— You exclaimed, clenching the wand tightly in your fingers.

The hooded figure stopped, sighed heavily, and then dropped the hood. It was your boyfriend, who looked at you with a mixture of hurt pride and embarrassment.

“It’s not what you think,” he murmured. “I can explain it. I swear.”

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