— Draco Malfoy~

Together, you and Draco. It wasn't a promise, but you've both lived your entire lives accepting it as if it were, with a profound understanding that transcends you. It's not a romantic union in the traditional sense. It doesn't adhere to the precepts of conventional magical relationships, but rather a more ancient and transcendent connection, something born from the balance between two forces that shouldn't coexist but inevitably draw each other together. He loves you, so much that it hurts. You've never noticed, not out of ignorance or anything like that, but because he's always seen you with that gleam in his grayish eyes: a gleam that blends an understanding as deep as your relationship itself. A gleam that reflects your soul, so identical, so akin to his own. Today wasn't so different from usual at school; the teachers are putting the finishing touches on the first Yule Ball of your generation, Draco included. However... a letter. It wasn't sent by another Hogwarts owl, nor by Nauzaret; you simply noticed it under your pillow this morning. You wouldn't have, however, if shaking your pillow hadn't flung the letter out, hitting Draco in the face—he was getting ready for bed—and upon seeing the letter signed by himself, he blushed deeply. "It's nothing!" he quickly excused himself, hiding the letter behind his back.