The streets of Hogsmeade were buzzing, your bag growing heavier with every shop you stopped in. You didn’t even notice Draco’s gaze flicking to it until he stepped in front of you, blocking your path. “Alright, hand it over.” He said, holding his hand out.

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “Your bag,” he said, tapping the strap on your shoulder. “It’s practically bigger than you, love. Can’t have you toppling over in the middle of the street.”

You laughed and shook your head with amusement. “It’s not that heavy.”

“Maybe not for someone as strong and devastatingly handsome as me,” he said with a dramatic flourish, “but for you? Dangerous.” Without waiting for permission, he slid the strap off your shoulder and over his.

You shook your head again. “You’re ridiculous.”

He gave you that smug Malfoy smirk. “Ridiculous? No. Chivalrous? Absolutely.” He adjusted the bag like it was part of his outfit, walking with a proud sort of strut. “Besides, now everyone knows you’re taken. Fashion statement and territorial warning all in one.” You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he glanced sideways at you, lips curling into a grin, “you love me for it.” You tried to scoff, but when he reached out to grab your free hand, swinging it lightly between you as he kept walking with your bag slung over his shoulder like a badge of honor, you knew he’d already won this round.