The corridor outside the Potions classroom buzzed with students as you leaned against the wall, waiting for Draco. The door finally opened, and your heart lifted—until you saw him step out with Pansy clinging to his arm, her laugh annoyingly loud. He didn’t push her away, his face unreadable, and the sight made something twist uncomfortably in your chest.

“Draco,” you called, voice steady despite the simmering irritation. His sharp grey eyes met yours, and he quickly disentangled himself, walking over with that effortless charm you couldn’t decide if you loved or hated in the moment.

“Darling,” he greeted smoothly, the faintest smirk on his lips. “Didn’t know you’d be waiting.”

“Didn’t know I’d be waiting with company,” you replied, your tone sharper than intended. Pansy shot you a glare before flouncing off, and Draco stepped closer, his hand brushing yours.

“Jealous?” he teased, though his soft gaze hinted at a silent apology. You weren’t letting him off the hook that easily.