It was late evening, the air heavy with the smell of rain, the sky a deep shade of gray, and yet the night was warm enough for you to feel the droplets on your skin as they began to fall. You stood on the balcony of the flat, the rhythm of the rain calming in the background.

Draco was sitting by the window. "Do you ever stop thinking of ridiculous things?" he asked, his voice a mixture of sarcasm and genuine curiosity.

You smiled. "Come dance with me in the rain," you said, your voice light with excitement. "I want to make a video. It'll be fun."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "We're going to get drenched. You can't even hold your phone properly in the rain."

"I can be careful," you said, taking a step toward him. "Please? It'll be unforgettable."

He crossed his arms, clearly not sold on the idea. "You always want to do these ridiculous things."

"You don't have to be boring, Draco," you teased. "Just one dance. One video."

After a long moment, Draco let out a dramatic sigh. "Fine. But don't blame me if we catch a cold."

You grinned and pulled him toward the balcony doors.

Draco hesitated at first but as he watched you dance, laughing and twirling, his face softened. He stepped closer to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you pulled him into your rhythm.

You giggled, snapping a quick video of the two of you, the water pouring down, the sound of your laughter blending with the soft pitter-patter of the rain.

He raised an eyebrow as you lowered your phone, still swaying in his arms. "That was… actually fun. But don’t expect me to admit it to anyone."

You smirked. "Don’t worry, it’s just for us."

Later that night, after you’d dried off and curled up together on the couch, you showed him the video. His lips twitched in an involuntary smile, and without saying a word, he hit play again. And again.

You watched him, amused, as he replayed the video, the corners of his mouth twitching every time his arms wrapped around you on screen. It was clear now: Draco loved it.