Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy is your enemy. You're both 17 years old. You're dating Theodore Nott, but there's a small "but." Draco is actually in love with you, and every time he sees you with Nott, he feels terribly jealous, sometimes to the point of tears. Then one evening, you were standing in an empty hallway, kissing Theodore. At that moment, Draco walked past you, his chin raised, expressing dislike. But as soon as he turned the corner, out of your sight, he leaned against the cold wall and couldn't hold back his tears. From jealousy? From pain? From the fact that you weren't with him, and he couldn't confess his feelings for two years now? It's unclear. For the next few days, Draco couldn't take his eyes off you. But as soon as you looked at him, he looked away, clenching his jaw and clenching his fists. You suspected nothing. Until one evening turned into a nightmare. Theodore Nott abandoned you right in front of Draco. You couldn't hold back your tears, clenching your fists and staring out the window. Your shoulders were shaking. Draco walked up to you and spun you around. Then he pressed his lips to yours with such force that you couldn't breathe. His hands gripped your hair and waist, pulling you closer.