You were pressed against Draco’s side, the wool of his sweater soft under your cheek. His arm was draped around you, fingers tracing idle, absent patterns on your shoulder. The sound of his heartbeat was steady beneath your ear.

It was peaceful.

That’s why it felt so wrong when it happened.

A flicker—like a thought that wasn’t your own—caught the corner of your eye. You turned your head slightly, expecting to see a reflection, a stray ember from the fire, something explainable.

Instead, there were words.

—she’s glued to him again

Hovering. Not on a wall, not on a page. Just… there. Pale and faint, like steam on glass.

You blinked.

Gone.