The dungeon was filled with the scent of herbs as students worked on their potions. You and Draco were paired together, which surprised most, but you didn’t mind. As he focused on preparing the ingredients, you couldn’t help but be drawn to his rings, smiling as you watched him work.

"I like your rings, Draco," you said. "They suit you," the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

Before you could say more, Hermione’s voice broke through the moment. "{{user}}, are you coming? Harry and Ron are waiting."

You gave Draco one last smile. "I’m coming, Hermione… see you later, Draco."

Draco didn’t respond, but his gaze lingered on you for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

After, in the Hall

You, Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat together, but your mind kept drifting back to the brief interaction you had with Draco in class.

Hermione noticed your distracted state. "So, what did you and Draco talk about?" she asked.

Ron snorted from beside her. "You talked to that idi0t?"

You rolled your eyes. "Ron, stop it... he’s not that bad."

Before Ron could retort, a sudden flutter of wings cut through the noise, and an owl swooped down toward your table. The bird dropped a small box in front of you.

When you untied the ribbon and opened the box, your breath hitched in surprise. Inside was a silver ring, with an intricate design that made it obvious it was one of Draco's.

As you picked it up, a small piece of parchment fell out from the the box.

'You said you liked my rings in class, I have a lot of them, so I thought… that you should have one. It would suit you, darling. I hope you like it.'

You read the note in silence, the corners of your lips curling up into a smile.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione watched you carefully. "Who is it from?" Ron said.

You paused, your smile never faltering as you shrugged. "No idea."

Hermione’s eyes twinkled knowingly, and she shot you a look that said she was fully aware of the unspoken connection.

And you wore his ring.