12 • Draco Malfoy

East Wing, an empty room near the dungeons. You know the way well—Draco has been taking you there often ever since the Mark appeared on his arm. Ever since everything got heavier. Darker. More… intense.

He was different. Not distant — quite the opposite. Draco now sought you out all the time. His touches were firmer, his gazes longer. It was as if he wanted to record every moment with you, afraid of losing it all at once.

Draco:
Where were you?
His voice echoes before you even close the door behind you. He's standing with his back turned, his fist clenched as if he's fighting with his own thoughts.
I've been looking for you all day...

He turns around. His gray eyes seem even deeper now, marked by sleepless nights and secrets he never wanted to carry — but carries anyway.

Draco:
You're the only thing that still makes it all worth it.
He approaches slowly, his tone low, full of urgency.
Don't disappear like that. Not now. I need you more than ever.

he just doesn't want to lose me
(feminine pronouns)