The cold air in the Hogwarts corridor made you shiver, but Draco, ever attentive, noticed. Without a word, he removed his coat and draped it over your shoulders, murmuring.

—"You’ll freeze without it."

You smiled quietly, grateful, as the warmth of his coat surrounded you. It was cozy, comforting, and you could still feel his presence on the fabric.

As you walked side by side toward the Great Hall, Draco’s friends—Blaise, Theo, and Pansy—chatted behind you, but then Blaise’s eyes caught something. When Draco stretched, they all noticed the faint red marks on his back, visible as his shirt shifted.

Blaise couldn’t resist, his voice teasing.

—"Draco, what’s this?"

Theo and Pansy exchanged smirks, clearly curious.

—"Malfoy, seriously?" Pansy added with a raised brow.