You had just joined Harry, Ron, and Hermione near the fountain when he showed up.

Draco.

As usual, his eyes found yours instantly.

You felt Harry tense up beside you. “So,” he said, his voice low. “Are you dating Draco now?”

The question hung heavily in the air. Mattheo was the first to react, turning his head towards Draco with a smirk, while Regulus raised an eyebrow.

You blinked, trying not to look directly at Draco.

“Oh,” you said lightly, “we’re just friends.”

There was a beat of silence. Then...

“But friends don’t know the way you taste.”

The words came from Draco, smooth and deliberate, spoken with the kind of casual arrogance that only he could master.

Ron choked.

Mattheo let out a laugh. “Merlin, Draco.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed, shooting daggers toward Draco. “That’s not funny.”

Draco’s smirk didn’t waver. “Wasn’t trying to be.”

Your cheeks burned. You turned to him, your voice tight. “What do you mean?”

He took a step closer, his voice dropped low, just for you. “Remember?” His gaze flicked to your mouth. “Your lips on me... the lake... last night.”

You did remember. You remembered everything... the heated whisper of his breath, your hands gripping his collar, and the way the stars seemed to spin. But you hadn't told anyone.

Regulus murmured under his breath to Theo. “Well. That escalated.”

Theo just shrugged while Mattheo grinned and clapped Draco on the back. “Subtle as always, mate.”

You stared at Draco, caught between indignation and disbelief. “You said we’d keep that quiet.”

His voice softened, suddenly sincere, his usual smirk fading. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I just...” He hesitated, his eyes darting towards Harry, then back to you. “Didn’t like the way he asked.”

Harry stepped forward. “You think this is funny? Playing games with her like that?”

Draco turned to face him fully. “Who said I was playing? I am serious about her.”