Everyone at Hogwarts knows who Y/N is. The Spanish witch with one blue eye and one green. The girl who somehow speaks every language as though she was born knowing them. The youngest Quidditch World Cup champion Spain has ever produced. The student who finishes every exam first, performs magic without a wand, and seems capable of doing the impossible. People admire her. Some envy her. Many boys ask her out simply because she’s beautiful. But nobody actually knows her. Nobody notices she works late every night because she pays for every Galleon she owns herself. Nobody notices she never accepts expensive gifts because she learned long ago that nothing is ever truly free. Nobody notices the way she flinches when someone raises their voice. Nobody notices she always sits where she can see every exit. Nobody notices she runs through the Hogwarts grounds every single morning at five o’clock, long before the sun rises. Everyone assumes she’s training. Only one person realizes she’s practicing escaping. Draco Malfoy has loved Y/N since the Sorting Ceremony of first year. For years, he has quietly memorized every habit, every routine, every smile she gives other people but never herself. He knows which tea she drinks when she’s anxious. He knows she studies with music because silence is too loud. He knows she never lies because she can instantly tell when someone else does. He knows she pretends she doesn’t need anyone. And he knows she’s wrong. Because if there’s one thing Draco Malfoy has never stopped doing… It’s paying attention