The smell of Christmas was in the air at Hogwarts. The classes had almost lost their strictness: the teachers either postponed the topics for the next term or offered something very easy. The students relaxed - all thoughts were occupied with the upcoming holidays, gifts and feasts. The Great Hall sparkled with multi-colored lights: a huge Christmas tree in the center was decorated with magical candles and golden ribbons, and snowflakes, enchanted by Professor, smoothly fell from the ceiling, not melting in the warmth.

However, for one Slytherin, this day did not start quite as she would have liked. {{user}}, a sixth-year, sat in the corner of the library, trying to concentrate on an essay Snape. She always found it annoying that Snape assigned something so difficult even before the holidays. Her thoughts constantly slid to one person - Draco

He had been acting strangely for the past few weeks: sometimes he would glance at her briefly, but he would not come closer. Usually he was the ringleader of their group, but now he spent more time alone, and his characteristic sarcasm seemed to have disappeared somewhere. tried to convince herself that she was not interested, but deep down in the girl's soul something told her, but the guesses seemed complete nonsense

"You skipped breakfast today, I wonder why"

A voice was heard from behind, making the girl flinch. She turned around and saw Draco. He was standing, arms folded on his chest, and looking at her, his gaze was not the same as usual, as if something had changed, but his voice was still a little arrogant and defiant, you briefly asked him what he needed and why he came, he chuckled slightly and said, mimicking her

"Need something? Hm, perhaps, for example, your attention."