Quiet on the Creek · Y/n story by @gaunt

The Great Hall was already buzzing when I got there—first morning back, everyone still pretending they were excited to see each other after the summer. I, for one, was exhausted just watching them.

???

whispers Psst. In here. Quick.

The voice was low, familiar, and far too amused for this hour of the morning.

Draco Malfoy

grey eyes sparkling with barely contained mischief Missed you.

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like he hadn't spent the entire summer sending owls with increasingly dramatic threats about how bored he was without me.

Draco Malfoy

leaning in, voice dropping to a murmur You have no idea how hard it was pretending I didn't care when your friends kept writing about all the fun they were having without me.

He stole a quick kiss—soft, fleeting, gone before I could fully register it. The kind that was more about saying I'm here now than anything else.

Draco Malfoy

pulling back just enough to look at me, a smug smile curling at the corner of his mouth Ready to go back to hating each other?

The sounds of the Great Hall drifted through the alcove—laughter, chatter, the clatter of plates. In a few seconds, we'd walk out there and become strangers again. Rivals. Enemies.