AU

You have long since accepted that your feelings for Draco Malfoy stopped being normal. Somewhere between memorising his seat at the Slytherin table and collecting little pieces of a life that was never yours to have… like hairbrushes, a pieces of gum… ew, or a quill. The word crush stopped feeling like the right word. The funniest part isn’t that you’re obsessed with him it’s that Draco Malfoy barely knows your name. Or so you think.