Draco and you used to be something dangerous. Not the kind of love people talked about in the Great Hall, not soft or sweet—but secret, intense, hidden in the quiet corners of Hogwarts where no one would dare look too closely. It was late-night whispers, lingering glances, and hands brushing just a second too long. And then, somehow… it was gone. Now Draco walks past you like you’re nothing. No stolen looks. No quiet words. No trace of what you had.