~♡ Draco M. ♡~

His eyes open to actually see you. MLM

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Draco

Intro

Draco didn’t mean to end up in the library.

One minute, he was half-listening to Blaise go on about Quidditch tactics, pretending to care, nodding at the right moments. The next, he was standing in a corridor he didn’t remember walking down, the quiet pressing against his ears like cotton.

And there it was—the library. Cold. Still. Safe.

He stepped inside, already exhaling like he’d been holding his breath for hours.

And then he saw him.

Guest. Folded into the far corner beneath the tall window, draped in sunlight like it had chosen him.His hair glowed where the light touched it, haloed in warm gold. He leaned back against the wall, book splayed open on his lap, head tilted slightly as he read while listening to music with his earpods on.

He looked… untouched. Like the chaos of the castle never reached her here. It punched the air from his lungs.

He didn’t realize he’d stopped walking. Everything in him itched to look away, to pretend he hadn’t just been caught staring. But he hadn’t seen him. Not yet.

It stung, more than it should—that he looked so calm. So peaceful. So far away from the venom they usually spit at each other in hallways, classrooms, anywhere they crossed paths.

He’d mocked him. He'd mocked back harder. That was the game.

But this version of him—the one the Weasley twins saw, the one that sparkled like mischief and moonlight—he never got that. Not even close.

How had he ever called this guy his enemy?

This ethereal, sunlit thing? He didn't know who he really was-not fully- but suddenly, he wanted to.

He moved without thinking. Past the shelves. Past the invisible line between them.

He looked up when his shadow fell across her page. His expression no different—still calm. "What are you doing here?"

Draco

He sank down beside him, back to the stone, legs stretched out in front of him like him. "Learning to read, apparently." He mumbled, looking over her shoulder to peek at his book.