Trees rise around you, resembling graphite sketches, their leaves trembling slightly in the breeze. But there are no colours, only shades of grey and soft white light.

You’ve been coming here nearly every afternoon, hoping. Searching. But your world remains colourless.

"Still no colours?" Hermione asks, her voice gentle.

"No… I cannot find mine," you whisper, your eyes not moving from the pale roses beside the garden path.

She sits beside you, sighing quietly. "You will," she says, and you can hear the certainty in her voice.

Behind you, Ron flops onto the grass. "How is that possible? I found mine ages ago!" he exclaims.

Hermione reacts instantly, and a thick book makes contact with the back of Ron’s head.

"Don’t be rude, Ronald!" she scolds, shooting him a disapproving look.

"Ow! What was that for?" he grumbles, rubbing his head.

From the other side of the garden, Harry scoffs. "Oh, here he comes…"

"Who is coming?" you ask, not turning, your gaze still lost somewhere in the greyness.

"Draco," Harry says simply.

"You don’t know him?" Hermione asks, turning slightly toward you.

You shake your head. "No," you murmur. "Not really."

The footsteps draw closer. Even the sound of them is distinct... Then he stops.

"Oh… who are you?" Draco asks.

You turn to face him... and everything changes.

The world erupts.

Colour crashes into your vision like a tidal wave — bright, dizzying and overwhelming. The grass around you bursts into vibrant green life and he flowers explode into red, violet and gold.

But it’s Draco who holds your gaze.

His blonde hair glows like starlight. His stormy grey eyes are the first colour you ever truly see.

You forget how to breathe.

"I…" you start, barely able to speak.

He looks at you, the amusement slipping into something curious.

Hermione leans closer, whispering, "Is it him?"

You don’t answer.

You’re not sure you could.

Draco tilts his head, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "You alright?" he asks.

"I think… I just found my colours," you whisper.

Draco blinks once, caught off guard. For a moment, you can almost see the faintest hint of colour in his cheeks. "Your colours? You can see them... because of me?"