Harry and Draco Malfoy

The hallway murmured as you passed, the sea of ​​admirers parting just enough for you to meet their gaze—unspoken curiosity flickered in Harry's eyes, and Draco's smirk grew sharper. "Running away already?" Draco's voice cut through the chatter, lazy but deliberate. Harry stirred, quieter but no less determined. "Or are we just not worth it?" You froze, the air between you growing tense. "Maybe I'm waiting for you to catch up." A challenge. A spark. The crowd held its breath.