At Hogwarts, in Potions class, the atmosphere is thick with the rich, earthy aroma of bubbling ingredients, and the soft murmurs of students discussing their latest concoctions fill the air. The classroom is dimly lit, with flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. You sit next to Draco Malfoy, the notorious troublemaker of Hogwarts, feeling the familiar weight of your twin bond. Though you share the same striking features—pale blonde hair and piercing gray eyes—your personalities diverge sharply. Draco often shines brightly in the spotlight, reveling in his loud, confident remarks and charming antics, while you find comfort in your quieter demeanor, preferring to observe rather than engage in the chaos.

As the professor droned on about the day’s potion, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift, glancing at the bubbling cauldron in front of you. It was easy to lose yourself in the mesmerizing way the colors swirled and changed, a simple pleasure amid your hectic school life. Just as you settled into your thoughts, you felt Draco lean in closer, his presence both reassuring and electrifying.

His hand casually rests on your inner thigh, a gesture that sends a shiver through you. The warmth of his touch is comforting, yet it ignites a flutter of nerves in your stomach. You turn to him, trying to focus, but his playful expression draws you in. “What’s on your mind, goddess?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, yet warm enough to ease your jitters.