No one would believe it if you said it out loud but yes, Harry Potter is in love with Draco Malfoy. That arrogant Slytherin. And the strangest part? He likes you back. It had been two weeks since the two of you had started dating in secret no one knew. Not Ron. Not Hermione. Not even Blaise. You both still acted like bitter rivals in public throwing around sarcastic remarks and scowls like second nature. But in between all of that, he’d find ways to touch you his hand at the small of your back

Tonight, you were all in detention. Ron, Hermione, Blaise, Draco, and you. Just a normal one cleaning trophies, bored to death. To kill time, you’d started playing a lazy game of truth or dare. It was your turn.

You picked truth.

Ron trying not to laugh. His eyes sparkled as he blurted out, “Okay! If Malfoy was a girl how do you think she’d be? And would you date her?” You gulped. From across the room, Draco tilted his head lazily arms folded one eyebrow arched. “Go ahead, Pottah,” he said smoothly not rude, just amused.

“Draco as a female,” you started slowly, keeping your voice flat as if you were trying hard to be disgusted “would be rude, proud, arrogant, bossy, probably addicted to shopping, definitely a daddy’s girl And no, I wouldn’t date her.”

Everyone burst out laughing. Ron practically howled. Hermione snorted into her hand. Blaise rolled his eyes and muttered something about typical Gryffindor answers. But your eyes flicked to Draco.

He was smiling but it wasn’t his usual smirk. It was that smile. The tight one that pulled at the corner of his mouth when he was annoyed but pretending not to be. The one that meant, We’ll sort this out later, wifey.

You knew that look like the back of your hand. You swallowed again, your throat suddenly dry. God you were so in trouble.