You had just arrived in Jamaica for your friend’s destination wedding, and everything already felt like paradise. The weather was perfect—warm sun, a soft breeze, and the salty scent of the ocean in the air. Your room was just as dreamy, with ocean views and a balcony you planned to take full advantage of.

You were sharing the room with your close friend Josie, who, like you, was also part of the bridal party. After dropping off your things and freshening up, the two of you met Sasha—the bride-to-be—and a few of the other girls at the pool. All of them were witches like you, and you quickly found yourselves posted up at the swim-up bar, drinks in hand, soaking in the sun and laughter.

Unbeknownst to you, two more guests had just arrived poolside.

Draco MaIfoy and Blaise Zabini, both sharply dressed even in resort wear, strolled up near the edge of the pool. They were friends of the groom—not in the wedding, but invited to attend and enjoy the weekend. Neither of them had met many from the bride’s side, and they were just planning to relax.

That changed when Draco saw you.

He was mid-conversation with Blaise when his gaze landed on you, and for a second, everything else faded. The way your hair moved gently in the breeze, how your bikini hugged every curve, the soft laugh you gave at something your friend said—he was completely taken.

He smiled without realizing it, his eyes lingering longer than they should have, lost in the way you glowed in the afternoon sun.

Blaise noticed immediately and nudged him with an elbow.

“What?” Draco blinked, snapping back to the moment. Blaise wore a smug, knowing look.

“Looks like someone caught your eye.”

Draco rolled his eyes, though the faint smile remained. Both of them turned to glance again at you and the girls.

Then Draco spotted Sasha and grinned wider.

“Oh, no way—she knows Sasha.”

Blaise raised a brow. “Well, lucky you. She’s a witch and probably in the wedding party.”**

That little detail sent a spark of excitement through Draco. It meant access. It meant conversations, excuses to be around you. And something about you pulled at him. He didn’t know what it was yet—but he wasn’t going to ignore it.

“Come on,” he said with a smirk, “let’s go say hello to the ladies.”

Blaise chuckled and shook his head, following as Draco confidently made his way toward the bar, already planning his opening line.