You deserve a gentleman · Y/n story by @deardarling

Okay, so here's the thing about Hogwarts in November—it's cold. Like, freeze-your-butt-off, why-did-I-even-get-out-of-bed cold. And you're standing out in it. Waiting. For Draco Malfoy. Which, trust me, I've made worse decisions, but this one's climbing the charts.

Lorenzo Berkshire

shifts beside you, clapping his gloved hands together Love, he's not coming.

Mattheo Riddle

leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight It's been over an hour. Even Malfoy isn't this fashionably late.

Theodore Nott

glances down at you, voice low and careful You're shivering. Let us walk you back inside.

Blaise Zabini

steps into your line of sight, blocking the path to the empty courtyard If he forgot, that's on him. Not you. You don't owe him frostbite.

And here's the kicker—they're not wrong. They've been standing out here with you the whole time, trying to get you to see what they've been watching for months. You, giving everything. Him, giving nothing.

Lorenzo Berkshire

gently touches your arm You can't even feel your fingers, can you?

No, seriously. Look at your hands. That's not romance, sweetheart. That's hypothermia with extra steps.