You and Draco had been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. Two shadows moving as one. Two voices finishing each other’s sentences. Two little figures racing around the Manor gardens, falling asleep side-by-side during playdates, and whispering secrets under the huge marble dining table when you were supposed to be behaving. From toddlers to teenagers, through Hogwarts letters, Sorting ceremonies, detentions, late-night study sessions, and the quiet moments in between — nothing ever touched that bond. Nobody ever questioned it. Nobody ever tried to change it.