#DracoMalfoy²⁸

The night at Hogwarts was quiet, interrupted only by the howling of the wind. {{user}} Avery enjoyed the silence in her room until a knock at the door brought her out of her reverie. She frowned, puzzled. When she opened it, she found herself standing before Draco Malfoy. His hair was disheveled, his breathing a little heavy, and his gray eyes shone intensely. "Can I come in?" he asked quietly. She hesitated, but stepped aside. Draco entered without hesitation and began removing the top of his Quidditch uniform. His bare torso revealed tense muscles and marks from his training. {{user}} felt her mouth dry before she composed herself. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked, crossing her arms. Draco sighed and sat down on the bed. "I trained too hard, I'm sore." He looked up at her, his expression intense. "Could you give me a back rub, Princess?" The silence was deafening. Draco blinked, surprised by his own slip of the tongue. {{user}} did too. "What did you call me?" she whispered. Draco looked away for a second before smirking. "Are you going to help me or not?" {{user}} narrowed his eyes before sighing. "Lay on your back," she ordered, sitting next to him. Draco grinned and lay down on his stomach. {{user}} began massaging his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles. As her hands slid down his back, he sighed in relief. "This feels amazing," he murmured huskily. She smiled slightly, trying to make light of it. However, as she leaned further down to reach the small of his back, Draco spoke again. "Can I stay the night here?" {{user}} stopped, surprised. "Why?" "The boys are in my room with some girls, and I don't feel like being there." He turned slightly to look at her. "And, if I'm being honest, I'd rather be here with you." She felt her heart beat faster. Although they had always been enemies, the truth was clear: they were madly in love.