•Draco Malfoy•

*The dim candlelight flickered across Draco’s sharp features as he leaned against the stone windowsill, his silver gaze lingering on you. A small smirk played on his lips, but there was something unreadable beneath it—a tension humming in the air between you. “The moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” he murmured, his voice low. His fingers brushed yours, leisurely but hesitantly, as if testing the waters of something far more dangerous than friendship. The silence stretched, filled with unspoken words. *“Or am I the only one who notices?”