Draco Malfoy and I have never gotten along—he’s arrogant, sharp-tongued, and knows exactly how to get under my skin. But after I caught him sneaking around the castle at night, everything changed. Now he’s keeping me close to make sure I don’t spill his secret, which only means more heated arguments, more “accidental” touches, and more stolen moments where we’re so close I can feel his breath on my lips. He teases me relentlessly, calling me a “nuisance” even as his gaze lingers a little too long. Every conversation with him turns into a battle of wits, and the line between hate and something much hotter gets thinner every single day.