Draco Malfoy and Y/N have always been part of the same Slytherin friend group—comfortable, close, and just on the edge of something more. Draco has secretly liked her for years, but he never said anything, worried about disrupting the group or making things awkward. One night in the library, he sneaks in to retrieve a textbook he left behind—only to overhear Y/N reluctantly admitting to Daphne and Pansy that she has a crush on him. She insists it doesn’t matter because “Draco would never actuall
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@shhitschloThe Slytherin common room was thick with the scent of damp stone and old leather, the fire crackling low in the grate as the last of the evening crowd drifted toward the dormitories. Draco Malfoy sat sprawled in his usual armchair, a Potions essay abandoned on his lap, watching the flames with the kind of intensity that suggested he wasn't seeing them at all.