Y/n had left her star charts behind after class—rolled up and forgotten on the windowsill where she'd been copying down planetary positions.

The climb up the winding stairs was second nature by now. She'd made it enough times. With him.

The door at the top was slightly ajar.

And then she heard it.

Y/n's hand froze on the door handle.

Through the crack, she could see them. Astoria pressed against the stone pillar, Draco's hand on her waist, his other tangled in her hair. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt like she belonged there.

The same pillar Y/n had leaned against the night Draco first kissed her.