• ˚₊⋆ ⋆. • 𝓣onight, at the Farewell Ball, a confession loomed – friendship's end, a secret he'd keep no longer. Yet Draco was bound, still tethered to a love once true. His distance grew, and you filled the space, a quiet comfort. Did he mistake your heart for his own? The ache of uncertainty: was it mutual longing, or kindness masquerading as desire? And if the truth was spoken, would you yield?