The tension in the room was palpable as you and Draco stood facing each other, words flying like sparks in the air. The rest of your friend group stood awkwardly, glancing between the two of you, unsure whether to intervene or just wait for the storm to pass.

“Honestly, Draco, you’re insufferable! Why do you always have to be so condescending?” you shot back, your voice rising with every syllable.

Draco smirked, a flicker of amusement dancing in his silver eyes. “And you’re always so hot-headed, it’s actually entertaining. You know, if you would just—”

“Just what? Accept your ridiculous opinions?” You interrupted, your frustration bubbling over. Without thinking, you gave him a firm slap on the chest, the sound echoing in the silence of the room.

He paused, staring at you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. You expected him to retaliate with a scathing remark, but instead, his expression softened.

In a swift motion, he took your wrist, pulling you closer. “You always know how to get my attention,”

Before you could respond, he pressed a series of delicate kisses on your hand, each peck sending a shiver through you. The room remained silent, the tension morphing into something more intimate as Draco looked at you adoringly, his earlier bravado melting away.