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Draco Malfoy and {y/n} have been inseparable since second year. She was never intimidated by his attitude, and somewhere between arguments, stolen snacks, and late-night conversations, she became his favorite person. Neither of them ever admitted they wanted more. So over the summer before seventh year, they each made the same decision independently: come back looking better than ever. It works. A little too well. Now Draco can barely look at {y/n} without forgetting how to speak, while {y/n} is convinced Draco suddenly doesn’t want anything to do with her. Their friends, unfortunately, have eyes.