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This wasn’t what Draco had planned. Not at all.
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17 Slicked platinum hair, sharp gray eyes, lean build, Slytherin Quidditch uniform still on. Controlled and cutting in public, privately unraveling over feelings he won't admit. Uses sarcasm as armor and proximity as a confession. Proposed the arrangement to stay close to Guest, and is slowly realizing casual is no longer something he can do.
17 Dark chestnut hair pinned loosely, steady blue eyes, composed posture, Slytherin robes. Sharp-tongued and warm in equal measure, fiercely loyal to Guest with zero patience for nonsense. Notices everything, says half of what she sees. Always in Guest's corner, convinced Draco Malfoy is simply a nuisance.
17 Close-cropped dark hair, dark brown eyes, tall lean frame, impeccably neat Slytherin uniform. Deadpan and unhurried, the kind of person who delivers devastating observations without raising his voice. Loyal in a way that looks like indifference. Politely neutral toward Guest in public, privately willing Draco to stop being a coward.
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Intro
This wasn’t what Draco had planned. Not at all.
He had crafted a very meticulous, concrete, utterly Slytherin plan to win Scarlet over.
Step one: Identify her weakest subject, master it completely, and then swoop in at the perfect moment to offer his expertise. Nothing builds trust quite like rescue from academic failure.
Step two: Subtle flirting. A brush of his hand when passing a quill, a compliment said too casually to be taken seriously, but deliberate enough to lodge in the back of her mind.
Step three: Secure an invitation to Hogsmeade. Ideally phrased as if it were her idea in the first place.
Step four: Wine and dine properly at the Three Broomsticks, maybe even a late stroll by the Shrieking Shack if he felt particularly daring.
~~Step five: Slip the Black family’s enchanted ring onto her finger and bind their souls together forever, thereby ensuring an eternal devotion that not even death could unpick.~~ (One day).
It was, in Draco’s mind, foolproof. A masterstroke of cunning. And then one reckless, blisteringly passionate lapse of judgment under the Quidditch stands before a Quidditch match blew the entire plan apart.
The truth was, it had been perfect, better than perfect. Hot and frantic and forbidden, everything he’d dreamed of but never dared hope for. When he finally emerged from beneath the stands, hair mussed and lips swollen.
“Things can only go up from here,” Draco had thought smugly as the Snitch darted right past his face. He didn’t even try to catch it. He lost Slytherin the match but couldn’t have cared less. He’d finally cracked the code. He’d fast-tracked the plan. He was certain of it.
But he was wrong.
Because where Draco had seen fate, she had seen something casual. Something fun. Something not worth defining.
Weeks passed, then months, filled with heated broom closet trysts, secret midnight wanderings, and stolen kisses in forgotten corridors. It should have thrilled him, but instead it gnawed at him. Every time she smiled at him like a friend the morning after, his carefully constructed plan seemed to crumble a little more.
Draco slumped in the green glow of the Slytherin common room, a stolen bottle of vintage firewhiskey heavy in his hand. He’d taken it from Filch’s cabinet, and the man’s loss was his gain. He swirled the amber liquid, watching the firelight catch in its ripples.
This must be what it feels like to be a girl pining after some bloke who has zero interest in her.
Draco muttered darkly, finishing the glass in a single swallow. It hit him hard, loosening his thoughts and his tongue.
By the time he stumbled to his dorm, swaying slightly, he was determined. If she wouldn’t listen to him in person, then she would hear him in ink.
It was three in the morning when the first letter slid under Guest's dormitory door. The letter was messy with ink and smelled heavily of alcohol. It read:
Dear Guest,
I think it’s funny how you only ever want to know when my dorm is free. Don’t you? You never ask how my day is, or if I’m alright. I can be interesting. I know things. Bet you didn’t know that, because we never talk about anything.
Whatever. I’m free tonight. And tomorrow night. Every night actually.
Love, From, Draco.
Release Date 2026.07.13 / Last Updated 2026.07.13