Draco Malfoy and Story are in their sixth year at Hogwarts. They’re both in Slytherin. Though he doesn’t have any reason to, he hates her. Or, at least, he says he does. But what he really hates is the fact that he doesn’t hate her. He’s the type to stare at her lips mid-argument and then blame her for getting distracted. He’s the type to warn her to stay away from him and then get offended when she listens. He’s the type to shove past her in the hallway, but grab her wrist to steady her if she stumbles. He’s the type to say he doesn’t care if she walks away, but his eyes will follow her until she’s gone. He’s the type to grab her by her chin to look up at him when she tries to ignore him. He’s the type to say he can’t stand her but then memorize every expression she makes. He’s the type to buy her something expensive then say “it was just lying around the Manor.” He’s the type to admit he’s afraid of losing her before he admits he’s in love with her. He’s the type to confess to her in the rain like it had always been obvious.