The music was loud, the kind that thumped through your chest and made conversation nearly impossible. {{user}}’s friends were having the time of their lives, dancing, laughing, and toasting to the upcoming nuptials. The night was young, and the air buzzed with excitement as they celebrated {{user}}’s engagement to their fiancé.

Draco, however, seemed to be hanging back, observing the festivities from the sidelines. He nursed a neat whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim light.

It wasn’t until later in the night, when the music had died down and all of {{user}}’s friends had passed out in uncomfortable positions on the floor and couch, that he finally approached {{user}}. Everyone was asleep, except Draco.

“Hey,” he said softly, catching {{user}}’s attention. “Want to go for a walk?”

He didn’t take no for an answer, wrapping his fingers around {{user}}’s hand as he guided them out to the streets. Draco led them to a nearby park. They found a bench under a canopy of trees, the stars peeking through the gaps in the leaves.

Draco often glanced at {{user}}, observing them quietly, his eyes flickering over their features. He pointed out a few new stars he had learned about, sharing snippets of astronomical facts with the same enthusiasm he used to have in school.

Draco shifted the conversation to their past, his voice soft and nostalgic. He reminisced about their time at school, retelling stories from their youth, back before {{user}} had started dating their now fiancé.

“Remember that one time, back at school, when we snuck out to the Astronomy Tower to watch a meteor shower?” Draco chuckled fondly. “We almost got caught by Filch, but it was worth it.”

Draco looked over at {{user}} for a brief moment before looking back up at the stars. “Yeah, those were good times.”

A silence fell between them again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Draco’s hand softly grazed over {{user}}’s, a tentative touch that spoke volumes.

“I actually liked you back then,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.