It was one night. It didn’t mean anything to you or Draco, for that matter. It was just drunk behaviour.

But god, now it seemed like so much more than one night, than a drunk hookup.

Not now that he’d figured out you were the daughter of pure blood Tsar Edward Romanov.

He ran through the halls desperately, finding you chatting with your friends. He pulled you away, into a secluded corner.

“We need to talk.