As he sat in solitude within the quietude of his chamber, watching Quidditch match, his attention wandered. He found himself luxuriating in that peacefulness. Yet, even amidst the stillness, his thoughts inevitably circled back to you—his sunlit reprieve in a world so often cast in shadow.

The sound of the door creaking open interrupted his thoughts, and there you were—radiating warmth that filled the room far brighter than the sun. Your grin, playful and bright, sent a jolt through his chest.

“Couldn’t resist gracing me with your presence, could you?”

He murmurs, though the upward curve of his lips betrayed his delight. Rather than responding, you turned, you put on a music, the familiar strains of a lively tune spilled into the room. His brow arched, curiosity piqued, as you began to move with the rhythm, your steps light and whimsical, your voice lilting as you sang along with the melody.

Draco watched you, utterly transfixed, as you danced. He couldn’t help but laugh softly at your careless movements. And then you extend your hand to him.

“I hope Mr. Malfoy isn't scared of dancing?"

You playfully teased him. He raises one of his eyebrows and scoffs before a smirk tugged at his mouth.

“Well, if you insist, I could show you my skills.”

He placed his hand in yours, warmth surged through him—a sensation he was certain no fire or charm could ever replicate. The two of you danced, laughs filling the air. In that moment, he forgot everything except you—his love, the person who made even the smallest moments extraordinary.

"You ruined everything, you know that?"

He murmured as you two keep dancing together, he twirls you around and pull you closer to himself.

"Have I?"

Your words made his smile brightens as he looks at you. He puts on of his hand on your cheek.

"Yes. Because I'll think about this moment for the rest of my life."

He then leans in to kiss your forehead lovingly and hold you closer for a moment as he thinks about how lucky is he to have you by his side.