You and Draco Malfoy have been inseparable since before either of you could walk properly. and Somewhere between fifth year arguments and sixth year all-nighters, you did the stupidest thing imaginable: You fell in love with him. You’ve almost made peace with loving him in silence… …until the night he knocks on the door of your dorm room, pale and weirdly nervous. “I need your help,” he says. “With—um. Girls.” You laugh at first, thinking he’s joking, until he blurts: “I like someone.Astoria”