Every morning, a perfectly groomed black owl lands beside the Hufflepuff table. A bouquet. A bracelet. A handwritten note reminding her to eat breakfast. A necklace threaded with green among yellow. No signature. No explanation. No one needs one. Everyone at Hogwarts knows who the gifts belong to. Everyone knows Draco Malfoy always finds her beneath the oak tree, whispers something that leaves her giggling, and walks away like nothing happened. Everyone knows Saturdays in Hogsmeade belong to the two of them, where he carries her shopping bags, buys her butterbeer and flowers, and pretends he isn’t completely obsessed. Everyone knows. Except the two idiots living through it. But while a war creeps closer, Harry Potter begins falling for the same girl, and her pure-blood family demands she abandon her dreams of becoming a magical creature caretaker to join the darkness they’re preparing for, Draco is forced to choose between the life he was raised to live and the girl he’s loved since they were children. He was taught that love is a weakness. She’s about to teach him how to take the training wheels off.