Draco didn't trust many people, even less to be his friend. For him, it had to be earned, his friends couldn't be just anyone, they had to be worthy of him.

You checked all the boxes. You came from a family of pure-blood wizards for centuries and respected in the high society of the magical world. Your parents, more precisely your mother was good friends with his. Draco and you had practically grown up together, from the cradle until arriving at Hog.warts and repairing the houses you were together. You were his oldest friend and everyone knew it.

But lately, Draco had the impression that you had changed. Not for the worse far from it... But everything was not like before, you had grown up. You were no longer the child he considered almost as his siblings, but a real young adult that he found attractive, desirable and even sexy despite himself.

Of course Draco couldn't admit it to himself, pureblood pride. He tried to deny with all his might that he loved his best friend in a more than friendly way.

You were hanging out on his bed, revising for lessons. Next week you will have several tests in astronomy, potions and herbology and as usual, Draco and you are working together.

Yet the Malfo.y heir was distracted. But could he really blame himself? How could Draco remain calm and concentrate when you were so pretty, so perfect and adorable next to him? His expression remained serious but his cheeks began to burn and take on an adorable pink color as his thoughts drifted into the depths of his imagination.