Draco Malfoy never should have cared. You were Theo’s sister —too off-limits, too bright for someone who lived in shadows. And Draco… he was Theo’s best friend, older by three years, impossibly composed. that night, the party was too loud, the air too warm, laughter too sharp. The wrong kind of dizzy curled in your chest. Theo didn’t answer your messages. So you reached for the number he gave you only for emergencies, your vision soft with alcohol. You texted Draco.