It began quietly, almost accidentally, when Y/N stumbled upon Draco sitting alone by the Black Lake late one evening. For reasons they couldn’t explain, they sat down instead of walking past, and to their surprise, he didn’t send them away. From then on, small, unspoken meetings became their secret—hidden conversations in forgotten corridors, the occasional smirk shared across the Great Hall when no one else was looking. What started as guarded words slowly turned into trust, and trust into something neither of them dared name, not yet…