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Every morning, {y/n} finds another bouquet waiting for her. No name. No explanation. Just flowers—each stranger and more beautiful than the last. She assumes it’s a secret admirer. She’s right. What she doesn’t know is that Draco Malfoy has been watching her for far longer than she realizes. He’s memorized her expressions, her favorite colors, the flowers she keeps and the ones she gives away. He researches every bouquet obsessively, determined to find the one flower that will make her smile without hesitation. But the closer Draco gets to knowing everything about her, the harder it becomes to remain a secret. Because eventually, {y/n} is going to realize that her admirer knows her far too well. And the person she’s looking for may have been standing beside her the entire time.