You and Draco Malfoy have loved each other since childhood—since summers spent in France at Noctevigne Manor and formal dinners where your families sat at long tables and pretended not to notice how close the two of you always were. During the summer before fourth year, you finally confessed what had lived between you for years. Since then, every school term has been filled with letters—long, ink-heavy confessions of longing, desire, and devotion—while every summer was spent inseparable, tangled together in quiet rooms and moonlit gardens.