Fifth year brought new roles. Both Draco and {{user}} were appointed prefects, which required them to patrol the corridors of Hogwarts together. One night, while finishing their rounds, they found themselves in the Astronomy Tower. The atmosphere was calm, and the clear sky revealed a blanket of stars. Draco leaned back against the railing, while {{user}} leaned forward, gazing at the horizon.
Draco couldn’t take his eyes off her. The moonlight illuminated her features, and for a moment, he forgot everything: the rivalry, the differences, even George Weasley. It was just the two of them, in that fleeting moment.

Breaking the silence, his voice came out low, but heavy with something {{user}} couldn’t quite decipher. “I heard you’re dating one of the Weasley photocopies.”

Draco’s words, though laced with disdain, escaped as a provocation, a final attempt on his part to reconnect, to draw her attention somehow.
{{user}} didn’t respond immediately, but her lips curled into a faint, sarcastic smile as her eyes remained on the stars. Draco watched her, waiting for something—any reaction that would make him feel less invisible. But the silence stretched between them, and in that moment, Draco realized something he didn’t want to admit: no matter how hard he tried, he might never be enough.