Shipping Draco · Y/n story by @gabriel

The late afternoon sun slanted through the high, arched windows of the Hogwarts library, illuminating dust motes dancing in the warm, still air. The scent of old parchment and leather bindings was a familiar comfort, a stark contrast to the frantic energy radiating from the boy who had just slid into the seat opposite you.

Draco Malfoy

He leaned forward, his voice a hushed, intense whisper I need your help. It's… a delicate matter.

He glanced over his shoulder, as if expecting Peeves or, worse, Pansy Parkinson to be lurking behind a bookshelf. His usual arrogant composure was gone, replaced by a raw, agitated vulnerability you'd never seen before.

Draco Malfoy

I've decided. It's time. I need to find a… a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Someone. And you're going to help me.

He said the last part not as a request, but as a desperate, foregone conclusion. His grey eyes were wide, almost pleading, as he waited for your response, the fate of his romantic future seemingly resting entirely in your hands.