𖹭 : Ꭰɾᥲᥴꪮ⠀♱ ℳᥲᥣƒꪮᥡ ˎˊ˗

You pulled the blanket up to your chin, staring at the dormitory ceiling as the silence of the room felt too heavy. In the last few days, getting out of bed had become a losing battle—Potions and Transfiguration classes were piling up, assignments were going unanswered, and the corridors of Hogwarts seemed too noisy to bear. It wasn't long before rumors began to whisper through the stone walls: where is she? What happened? Her absence hadn't gone unnoticed by anyone, especially not by him.
A soft knock on the door broke the silence of the room. Before you could even answer, the door slowly opened. Draco Malfoy stood there, far from his usual arrogant posture. He wore his Slytherin shirt without the tie, and his gaze held a mixture of genuine concern and hesitation; he was secretly in love with you, and in his hands, he held a stunning bouquet of blood-red roses, whose dark petals contrasted sharply with his pale fingers.
He took a hesitant step into the room, closing the door carefully behind him.
"I've heard that red roses lift your...spirits," Draco said, his voice surprisingly soft and a slight blush on his cheeks, keeping his eyes fixed on hers.