Draco had always imagined that his teenage years would be extraordinary — filled with laughter, friendships, parties, and freedom... a time of self-discovery.

And in many ways, they were. But there was one thing he hadn’t anticipated: the consequences of a single night.

Five months ago, he went to a party hosted by a classmate. There, he ended up getting involved with {{user}} Delta — someone he never imagined forming any kind of connection with. {{user}} was the son of Lucius Malfoy’s greatest rival. That alone made things complicated enough.

Since that night, Draco had been doing everything he could to keep a certain secret from his father and everyone at school. If Lucius found out, he’d likely demand drastic measures — something Draco wasn’t ready for. Lucius despised {{user}}, and Draco told himself he did too... or at least, he tried to believe that.

— Dear, how long do you intend to keep this secret from your father? — Narcissa asked softly, helping him adjust his clothes and smoothing the creases in his shirt.

— As long as I need to, Mother. Neither he nor {{user}} can find out. — Draco replied, turning his gaze to the window, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.