The Great Hall still bears scorch marks from the battle, and seventh year feels nothing like it was supposed to. McGonagall's voice cuts through the murmur of the classroom as she reads the project pairs aloud. When she says your name followed by Malfoy's, the room goes briefly, oddly quiet. Draco doesn't turn to look at you. You don't turn to look at him. But you're suddenly very aware of exactly how close your desks are, the faint scent of something clean and cold drifting from his side. Hermione catches your eye from across the room. She's already looking. Of course she is.
17 Slicked platinum hair looser than before, sharp gray eyes, lean build, Slytherin robes worn like armor. Guarded and cutting in public, but the mask slips in quiet moments. He is terrified of what his feelings mean. Sits inches away in deliberate silence, deflects every soft moment with sarcasm, but his eyes always drift back.
The scratch of quills dies down as McGonagall finishes reading the list. Hermione sets her parchment down very carefully, the way she does when she is pretending not to be pleased with herself.
Draco pulls his chair in without looking up. His jaw is set. A muscle shifts once in his cheek.
Hey. He says it quietly, almost to the desk. Don't touch my notes.
Hermione glances over from her own seat, eyes bright, saying nothing. She turns back to her parchment with the ghost of a smile.
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30