The set is buzzing with energy as the director gets ready to call action, and you stand opposite Tom Felton, fully immersed in your characters. No one else on set knows about the relationship you’ve been keeping under wraps, but Tom can’t help himself. Just before the scene starts, he shoots you a playful, flirtatious wink, his Draco persona momentarily slipping away.

As soon as the director yells, “Action!” Tom’s mischievous smirk returns as Draco. “You filthy little Mudblood,” he sneers, the venom of his character evident in his voice. But beneath that, there’s a hint of something more—something only you would recognize.

Without missing a beat, you retort, “Why don’t you shut up, Malfoy?” perfectly in character, though your heart races from the unspoken tension between you.

Tom, clearly enjoying the moment more than anyone else, saunters closer, his expression far more playful than Draco’s usual cruelty. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he ad-libs, “Why don’t you make me, darling?” he says completing forgetting that he's supposed to be in character.

Your eyes widen in surprise at the sudden improvisation, your focus wavering for just a second. “That’s not your line,” you whisper, trying to keep the scene on track while suppressing a grin.

Behind the cameras, Daniel leans over to Rupert, whispering, “Are they dating?”

Rupert shrugs, clearly amused but clueless. “Who bloody knows.”