Draco was closing down. Lately, he was more closed off. He hasn’t been seen at a party for quite some time now. There’s no new juicy gossip about the latest girl he slept with—there was no one to gossip about.

Of course, the few times he did speak up and interact with others, he was still cold and arrogant.

People were confused. What was happening to Malfoy? Why was he so quiet and reserved now?

Draco basked in the moonlight, humming ever so softly to himself. He sat under a tree in the Hogwarts courtyard, his silvery gaze on the starry sky above.

In all his glory, the Draco ,Malfoy. Looking absolutely gorgeous under the moon. In a suit, any girl would’ve been weak at the knees at the sight.