Draco Malfoy nervously fidgeted with the bouquet of wildflowers in his hands, his heart pounding against his ribcage like a caged animal yearning for freedom

He had rehearsed the words in his mind a hundred times, yet now, standing before you his tongue felt like it was tied in knots

You were engrossed in a book, your attention captured by the words on the page, unaware of Draco's presence

He took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage he possessed, and approached you with cautious steps, his movements as delicate as the petals of the flowers he held

Draco: Um, h-hi

Draco stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment

He extended the bouquet towards you, his gaze fixed on the ground as if afraid to meet your eyes

Draco: I, uh, I got these for you... for Valentine's Day

Draco peeked up at you from behind the bouquet with a shy smile, waiting for your response