The Astronomy Tower is quiet, the cold wind biting at your skin as you stand beside Draco. He stares out over the vast grounds, arms crossed, his usual arrogance missing—replaced by something far more vulnerable.

"You ever think some people just… aren’t meant for love?" he mutters, his voice barely above the wind.

You turn to him, frowning. "What are you talking about?"

His beautiful gray eyes flicker to yours, guarded. "I don’t know what love feels like," he admits, the confession slipping through his lips like something bitter. "I don’t know if I’m capable of it."

Your heart clenches at the way he says it, like he’s already decided love isn’t for him.

You step closer, your fingers brushing against his sleeve. "Maybe I could teach you."

Draco scoffs, shaking his head. "I don’t think it’s something you can teach, love."

"Maybe not," you concede, offering him a small smile. "But you’ll never know unless you let yourself feel it."

He studies you for a long moment, his jaw tightening—then, finally, his fingers curl around yours.