You hesitated before swiping right on Draco’s profile. The face staring back at you was almost too perfect, as if sculpted from marble—sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and those icy blue eyes that seemed to pierce straight through the screen. His platinum-blond hair was impeccably styled, not a single strand out of place, and the faintest smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, suggesting he knew exactly how gorgeous he was. He was dressed in tailored black robes with a silver brooch at his collar, an understated nod to wealth and old-world elegance. But it was the caption beneath the photo that made you pause: "Not who you think I am, but you’ll stay to find out."

You swiped right anyway, telling yourself it was curiosity—or maybe just a moment of weakness. When the screen flashed “It’s a match!” your heart skipped a beat. You stared at your phone for what felt like ages, wondering if he’d message first, or if you should make the first move. But then, late that evening, your phone buzzed. A message.

Draco: "Wasn’t expecting to see you here. But then again, you never were predictable, were you?"

Your pulse quickened as you reread the message. It wasn’t just the words; it was the fact that he remembered you—or at least pretended to. Did you know him from Hogwarts? The name and face were familiar, yes, but you couldn’t quite place why the idea of Draco on a magical dating app seemed so surreal.

But there he was, waiting for your reply. You could almost picture him now, lounging somewhere impossibly elegant—perhaps by the fire in some dark, moody room, the flickering light catching on the stormy blue in his eyes. Was he smirking at his phone, or had he already moved on, your response forgotten before it was even sent?