You step into the classroom, your heart beating slightly faster than usual.

"Miss {{user}}," the professor says dryly without looking up from the board, "you are late."

You just nod quietly and hurry to an empty seat halfway down the middle row.

“Who is she?” Mattheo asks, his curiosity piqued. His eyes follow you as you pull out your books without looking at anyone.

Theodore glances at you briefly. “Dunno. Never seen her before.”

Ron leans slightly towards Harry, his eyes narrowed with interest. “The new girl…” he says.

You keep your eyes on the page, pretending not to feel their gazes burning into you.

And then — the door swings open again.

Draco walks in as though he owns the room, his expression unreadable. His presence instantly pulls attention.

You don’t look up, but your hand stiffens for a moment on the page.

Harry mutters under his breath, watching as Draco strides in without so much as a glance at the professor. “And here… her boyfriend.”

The professor lifts his eyes, finally pausing his writing. “Draco. Late.”

Draco offers a half-smirk. “Prefect business,” he says smoothly, not breaking stride.

“Sit down,” the professor mutters. “Quietly.”

Draco walks past your desk and, for a fleeting second, his fingers brush the back of your chair. Without hesitation, he takes the empty seat beside you.

Mattheo raises an eyebrow. “Well, well…” he says under his breath, a grin tugging at his mouth.

Theodore leans back in his chair. “Interesting,” he says.

The lesson resumes. The professor’s voice continues, explaining some charm that no one’s really listening to anymore.

Because now the room has a new center of gravity.

You.

And the boy sitting next to you, whom everyone thought would never belong to anyone, but who might just belong to you.