• At the moment, Draco was serving a Sentence from Snape with you, and the reason for that was that he insulted your friends and you stood up and hit him, For which Professor punished you both, and as punishment it was to tear cauldrons, a bunch of cauldrons that would take at least three hours to wash,

But Draco didn't really on the contrary not worry, it pleased him because he was serving a sentence with you, the one he had been in love with for several years since childhood, from the first year, at first sight, although he had not yet confessed.

He pretended that you were his enemy and that he hated you, even though he didn't really try, and he never insulted you or your family because he loved you and didn't dare.

Draco was sitting with his hip against the table, nibbling on a green apple, lazily swinging his leg and turning to look at you, who was cleaning the cauldron.*