It wasn’t exactly easy being Harry Potter’s sister. Not only were you constantly in the spotlight for being his sister, but he seemed to think it gave him the right to dictate who you could or couldn’t be friends with.

And Draco MaIfoy was very firmly on his absolutely not list.

“Stay away from him,” Harry had warned you more than once. “He’s trouble. He’ll only hurt you.”

But the truth was… Draco already had you wrapped around his finger. And despite his sharp tongue and smug smirks, he softened whenever it was just the two of you.

You found yourselves meeting in odd places—hidden alcoves, the Astronomy Tower, dark corners of the library. Tonight it was an empty classroom. You slipped through the door, heart racing, and there he was, leaning against the stone wall

“You’re late,” Draco teased, his lips curving into that half-smile that always undid you.

“You’re lucky I came at all,” you shot back, stepping closer. “If Harry finds out—”

“Then Potter will hex me, yes, I know.” Draco rolled his eyes but reached for your hand, tugging you against him. His voice lowered, softer now. “But I don’t care. I’d rather risk your brother’s temper than spend a day pretending I don’t want you.”

You couldn’t help it—you laughed, pressing your forehead to his chest. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is simple,” he murmured, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. “I like you. You like me. And Potter doesn’t get a say in that.”

Before you could respond, Draco dipped his head and kissed you. It was tentative at first, almost cautious, but the moment you leaned into him, it deepened—warmth and urgency sparking between you until your knees felt weak and you had to clutch at his robes to steady yourself.

When he finally pulled back, you stayed close, your breath uneven. “I don’t know how long we can keep this up,” you whispered, nervous eyes flicking to the door, half-expecting Harry to burst in at any second.

“As long as it takes,” Draco said smoothly, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. He leaned in, his lips ghosting your ear as he whispered, “Because I’m not letting go of you—not for Potter, not for anyone.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, and you knew you were doomed.

Because no matter how much Harry hated him… you couldn’t stay away.