You and Draco had been together for two years now, and as you entered your seventh and final year at Hogwarts, your relationship felt strong. Solid. You’d been through your share of ups and downs, but somehow you always found your way back to each other. He was your anchor, your comfort… your choice.

But there was one thing Draco didn’t know.

You had shifted realities to be here—to be with him.

It wasn’t something anyone knew, not even your closest friends. It had always felt like something you needed to keep to yourself, something too big, too strange, too unreal to share. But lately, the weight of the secret had been getting heavier. You’d found yourself wondering more and more if you should tell him… but the fear of his reaction kept you quiet.

That fear became very real the moment you stepped into the boys’ dorm.

You were just heading up to meet Draco like usual, expecting a quiet moment together. But when you reached the top of the stairs, the door to his room was cracked open. You peeked in, expecting to find him reading or writing—only to freeze in place when you saw what he was reading.

Your shifting journal.

The one you hadn’t even realized was missing.

Your heart leapt into your throat. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, flipping through the worn pages slowly, brows furrowed in concentration. Your thoughts went into overdrive. How long had he been reading? How much did he know? You almost turned and walked away—but something stopped you. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was the need to explain. Either way, you stepped into the room.

He looked up the moment he heard you. His silver eyes met yours, but for the first time in a long while, you couldn’t read him. His expression was calm—too calm—and that alone made your stomach twist.

“{{user}},” he said, voice quiet and composed, “come sit, please.”

The softness in his tone made you uneasy, but you nodded and crossed the room, slowly sitting beside him on the bed. He didn’t move away. He simply looked down at the journal in his hands, then back up at you.

“What is this?”

You froze. The weight of those three words was crushing. Your chest tightened, and your mind scrambled for an answer. For an explanation. For the right thing to say—

But you had no idea how this conversation was going to go.