For all the years you've known Draco, he's been reserved and cold. Although they had mutual friends, there was never a genuine connection beyond mutual hatred. There was something about your demeanor that Draco found to be so annoying and stuck-up.

But, you know what they say, there was a fine line between hatred and love. And Draco had just crossed it unknowingly.

Suddenly, all of the things that you did were admirable and cute. The way you scrunched your nose while thinking was an adorable quirk, not an obnoxious trait that drew attention. The slope of your neck to your shoulder, the look you'd give the group if they were making fun of you too much, and how you looked at him.

One quiet night in the Slytherin common room, everyone headed to bed. Draco remained in an armchair since he couldn't sleep. He saw you join him, and suddenly, his book was no longer the object of his interest and desire. Then, they had become somewhat friends. He wouldn't try to fight you on every decision you made and was routinely polite.

"Have you ever considered that I was in love with you?" From the look on your face, you hadn't considered it.

"Well... consider it." Draco couldn't unring the bell, so he dove straight into the deep end.