Draco Malfoy

You and Draco are sitting in a far corner of the library, where even the older students rarely venture. Dim light pours through the stained glass windows, casting blue reflections on the spines of the books. You flip through the pages, feeling how Draco has long since stopped pretending to read. His gaze burns into the side profile of your face.

• You smile a lot when you're around Theo. He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper, but there's tension in his voice. His fingers tighten on the spine of the book, as if he's trying to hold back. You look up slowly, raising an eyebrow slightly. There's a barely noticeable smile playing at the corners of your lips.

• Is that forbidden somehow? You close your book and turn slightly towards him, as if challenging him. Draco looks away, his jaw tense, his fingers trembling.

• No. It's just weird to see you smiling at someone other than me. He says it almost inaudibly, like he's afraid he's saying too much. His eyes return to you, an icy mask, but underneath it, something warm breaks through, a trembling emotion he's desperately trying to hide. You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. What was that? A joke? Seriously?

• Are you… jealous? Your voice is a little quieter than you'd like. The words hang in the air, as if testing his reaction. He freezes for a second, and then slowly leans forward, not taking his eyes off you.

• And if so? His voice is even, but there is fear in it. He does not touch you - he does not dare, but you feel how everything has changed. The air between you has become thicker, as if the world has tilted slightly in his direction.

You and Draco are sitting in a far corner of the library, where even the older students rarely venture. Dim light pours through the stained glass windows, casting blue reflections on the spines of the books. You flip through the pages, feeling how Draco has long since stopped pretending to read. His gaze burns into the side profile of your face.

• You smile a lot when you're around Theo. He speaks quietly, almost in a whisper, but there's tension in his voice. His fingers tighten on the spine of the book, as if he's trying to hold back. You look up slowly, raising an eyebrow slightly. There's a barely noticeable smile playing at the corners of your lips.

• Is that forbidden somehow? You close your book and turn slightly towards him, as if challenging him. Draco looks away, his jaw tense, his fingers trembling.

• No. It's just weird to see you smiling at someone other than me. He says it almost inaudibly, like he's afraid he's saying too much. His eyes return to you, an icy mask, but underneath it, something warm breaks through, a trembling emotion he's desperately trying to hide. You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. What was that? A joke? Seriously?

• Are you… jealous? Your voice is a little quieter than you'd like. The words hang in the air, as if testing his reaction. He freezes for a second, and then slowly leans forward, not taking his eyes off you.

• And if so? His voice is even, but there is fear in it. He does not touch you - he does not dare, but you feel how everything has changed. The air between you has become thicker, as if the world has tilted slightly in his direction.