Y/N has it all — beauty, brains, popularity, and the entire student body wrapped around her finger. What she doesn't have? A single romantic kiss. She's never cared enough to bother. But on her sixteenth birthday, an ancient Hogwarts magic activates with a ridiculously specific rule: if a witch of sufficient power reaches sixteen untouched by romance, her magic compensates. Now, every time her skin touches someone else's, she hears their unfiltered thoughts. Cue chaos. She accidentally brushes Draco Malfoy — her sworn annoyance, the boy she's ignored for four years — and his internal monologue is a lovesick disaster. He's been secretly, pathetically, poetically obsessed with her for two years. His mouth says "watch where you're going, idiot." His brain says *"please touch me again, I'm begging."* Now she's dodging accidental thought-hearing, uncovering her friends' hidden secrets, and grappling with the horrifying realization that Draco Malfoy might be the most genuine thing in her life — and the magic won't break until she finally lets someone kiss her for real.