The library was empty on that rainy afternoon. Most of the students were in the Communal Room, but {{user}} had taken refuge among the old shelves, looking for a little peace. He sat in one of the hidden corners with an aged cover book on his lap, but could barely focus on the words.

So, he showed up.

Draco Malfoy Without a uniform, only with a light gray shirt and a little wet hair from the rain outside. He didn’t say anything - he just sat on the other side of the table, in silence.

For long minutes, only the sound of the pages turning filled the air.

Until {{user}} looked at him and whispered: “Did you follow me?”

Draco looked up slowly, and his gaze was calm, without sarcasm, just... true.

“I don’t like it when you disappear.”

She swallowed dry. That didn’t seem like a trick, nor a provocation. It was just him. Raw and defenseless.

“You don’t need to say these things just to confuse me,” she said, softly.

“And if I’m not trying to confuse?” Draco replied, resting his chin on his hand. “And if I just want to be where you are?”