“Draco, how is it you managed to get the prettiest girl in school to like you?” Blaise asks on the train ride back to Hogwarts for their fifth year.

Draco looks up, narrowing his eyes. “If I tell you my secrets.” Draco starts, “I’d be at risk.” Blaise gives him a look, “She’s utterly fascinated by you. And you think she’d fall for my spell?”

Draco laughs, rough and mocking. “Fall for you?” He asks, “I’d have to be dead before she even thinks to look at another man.”

He smirks, barely even sparing Blaise a glance. Until the compartment door opens. His whole face changes from rough to utterly obsessed.

Because he may act rough on the outside, but inside? One look at you and he goes soft.