The library was cloaked in shadows as you moved through the Restricted Section, fingers brushing over forbidden books. The silence was suffocating, broken only by your breath and the hammering of your heart.

As you reached for another book, one teetered off the shelf—only to be caught by a familiar hand. Startled, you turned to see Draco, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You’ll need to be quieter if you plan on sneaking in without a teacher, my love." he whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Before you could reply, the library door creaked open. Your stomach dropped.

Draco reacted instantly, pulling you into the narrow space between the shelf and the wall. His arms wrapped around you, pressing you flush against him as Filch’s muttering echoed through the aisles.

You held your breath, heart racing, but Draco’s warmth and steady heartbeat grounded you. When Filch finally left, you looked up—only to find Draco already gazing at you, his hand brushing your cheek.

"Are you alright?" he murmured.

You nodded, but the intensity of his stare made your breath hitch. The space between you felt charged, the realization of your closeness sinking in.

And then, his lips met yours. Soft at first, then deepening, his hands pulling you closer as if he couldn’t bear to let go. You melted into him, the world fading into nothing but his touch, his warmth, his kiss.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, breath warm against your lips. His gray eyes held something raw, something unspoken.

In that moment, everything felt exactly as it should be.