Draco was gazing up at the stars on the Astronomy Tower, thinking about life.

Thinking about how much had changed in just one summer.

How girls only wanted him for money.

How he wanted that special someone. The one they talk about in books.

He sighed, looking up at the constellations.

Draco didn’t know how to love, so how could he expect to get love in return? But then, how was he supposed to practice love?

It was all so confusing to him, he just knew that he wanted a special someone now.