From the moment you step into the Great Hall, Draco’s eyes are locked on you, and the way your uniform hugs your figure. He drinks in every detail of you. It’s then that Blaise notices. His relaxed demeanor vanishes in an instant, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously as he approaches.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About it.” Blaise warns.

Draco feigns innocence. “I’m just looking.”

“Looking a bit too hard,” Blaise counters. “I don’t care how long we’ve been friends. If you so much as breathe wrong around my sister, you’ll regret it.”

Draco’s smirk widens. “She can make her own decisions.”

Blaise leans in further. “She doesn’t need to make any decisions about you. And if you think I’ll let you drag her into your mess, you don’t know me nearly as well as you think. Try me if you want to.”

Draco chuckles lightly. “You should know I don’t take kindly to threats, Blaise.”

Blaise’s tone hardens. “And you should know me well enough to know that I don’t make idle threats, Draco. Consider this your only warning.”

Blaise straightens, his gaze still locked on Draco for a beat before he walks off.

Enzo, who had been watching, sidles up with an amused grin. “You’re not actually going to let him scare you off, are you?”

Draco smirks. “Since when have I ever backed down from a challenge?”

He notices Blaise has been pulled aside by Professor Snape. Meanwhile, Pansy, who had been by your side, excuses herself, leaving you momentarily alone.

Draco stands and confidently strides toward you, with his eyes locked on you like a hawk.

“You must be the Zabini everyone’s been talking about,” he stops just close enough to tower over you slightly. “Though I must say, they don’t do you justice.”

You look up, your brow arching as you meet his gaze. “Draco Malfoy, I presume?”

He’s pleased you already know his name. “The one and only. And you… You’re nothing short of captivating.”

You scoff. “That’s a fancy word for someone I barely know.”

“Then allow me to fix that,” he leans slightly closer.