The castle’s garden is quiet and serene, with blooming flowers and the gentle hum of the evening breeze rustling through the trees.

"Hey, {{user}}, are you and Draco... dating?" Harry asks, glancing at you with that familiar expression he gets when something's been bugging him.

The question catches you off guard, and you try to shrug it off, though your heart picks up pace. "No… why?"

Harry’s eyes gleam with curiosity, and before you can process his sudden shift in demeanor, he leans in slightly. "I mean, wanna date me instead?"

You laugh awkwardly, but the sound quickly dies in your throat as your gaze flickers over to the far side of the garden. Draco is standing by a marble fountain, his hands shoved in his pockets—but there’s a sharpness in his eyes that you can’t ignore.

Your stomach tightens. You mutter, almost absently, "Mm?" Your eyes stay on Draco, whose gaze flicks toward you, then darts to Harry.

Draco doesn’t even try to hide his irritation now. You can feel the weight of his glare, even from across the garden.

Harry notices the shift in the atmosphere. He glances between you and Draco, eyebrows furrowing as the realization hits him. "Wait—"

Draco takes a few slow steps toward you, his boots clicking on the stone pathway. When he’s close enough, his voice is low, almost too calm. "You really want to test me, Harry?"

Harry raises his hands in surrender, his grin turning sheepish. "Alright, alright. I get it. I didn’t mean anything by it."

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and Draco’s glare softens just a fraction, though the storm in his eyes hasn’t completely dissipated.

You take a step closer to Draco, and give Harry a small, apologetic shrug. "I’m... kind of with him, Harry."

Harry mutters something under his breath, half chuckling, but he seems to get the message. He glances between you two again before he shuffles back toward the castle, leaving you and Draco standing together in the garden.

Draco shakes his head. "You’re lucky I’m in a good mood."