You and Draco Malfoy have always been a study in contradictions. To the outside world, he’s all sharp edges—cutting remarks, cold grey eyes, a reputation that never quite shed the shadow of his past. To you, though, he’s something else entirely. He’s the boy who’s had a key to your flat since sixth year, who refills your Floo powder without you noticing, who deletes your ex-boyfriends’ contacts from your phone when you’re sobbing too hard to see the screen. Your friendship is a constant, a given, something you’ve never once questioned, because Draco made sure you never had to.