Draco Malfoy

The Great Hall was alive with Valentine’s Day commotion. Heart-shaped confetti fluttered through the air, enchanted cards zipped to and fro, and the scent of chocolate mingled with the aroma of breakfast. But all of it paled in comparison to the spectacle unfolding at the Slytherin table.

You sat at your usual spot, the daughter of the Dark Lord, the Riddle heiress, and the subject of far too much attention. The constant stream of admirers made it impossible to enjoy your tea. Boys from various houses (and a few over-eager first years who clearly didn’t know better) approached with chocolates, flowers, and the occasional enchanted trinket. Some stammered through their confessions, while others tried to impress you with grand declarations of affection.
“Another one?” Draco drawled lazily as a timid Ravenclaw placed a heart-shaped box in front of you. “Honestly, do they not teach restraint in other houses?”

You glanced at him. “Jealous, Draco?”

He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “Of them? Hardly. It’s just embarrassing, that’s all—watching them grovel like lost puppies.” He gave a dismissive wave as though the whole thing was beneath him, but you knew better.

It was only after breakfast that the full extent of Draco’s retaliation became clear. When you returned to the Slytherin common room, a stunning display awaited you. A bouquet of dark roses shimmered faintly, their petals enchanted to catch the light like stars. Beside it was a sleek Slytherin-green box, its edges trimmed in silver, hovering gracefully at eye level. Inside, you found rare chocolates that melted into spiced caramel, along with a delicate bracelet adorned with emeralds and a tiny inscription.

Draco appeared a moment later, hands in his pockets, his expression the picture of nonchalance. “Oh, you found it,” he remarked casually. “Not a big deal,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “Just thought I’d save you the trouble of dealing with any more—” *He paused, gesturing vaguely