The debate had already escalated, and you were standing on one side of the room, leaning against your desk with a confident air. Draco was on the opposite side, his posture straight, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he prepared to counter your argument.

You’d both been going back and forth on a rather heated topic—something to do with ethics.

But today, something felt different. The words you exchanged didn’t seem as important as the way his eyes locked with yours.

It started with a glance, a flicker of his cold eyes meeting yours across the room. It should’ve been nothing, just another moment in the endless sparring you both indulged in. But it lingered. He didn’t look away. Neither did you.

The room fell into a heavy silence, almost as if the air had thickened. For a moment, you forgot where you were, what you were doing. The words you had prepared to strike back with seemed to vanish into thin air, lost under the weight of his stare.

It was as though the space between you had narrowed, making everything around you fade into the background. Your thoughts scattered, and for that split second, all that mattered was the shared connection between the two of you.

"Eyes don’t lie," Pansy’s voice suddenly cut through the silence, a soft whisper that only you could hear. "You should be careful, you know."

You blinked, breaking the spell, pulling your gaze away from Draco just long enough to shoot Pansy a glance. She was smirking knowingly, her eyes flicking back to Draco, where she saw his expression still unwavering.

"Eyes don’t lie," Mattheo's voice reached Draco's ear. Draco's fingers twitched, a barely noticeable shift, and for a moment, his steely gaze softened. But only for a moment, before it hardened once more.

You couldn’t help but notice the slight hesitation in Draco’s usual icy demeanor. His smirk faltered and something almost imperceptible flickered across his face. But the moment passed, and he regained his usual composed exterior.