You’d been restless all morning, your nerves a tangled knot as you pretended to go about your usual routine. You and Draco had been together for two years now—two amazing, complicated, wonderful years—but nothing could have prepared you for the moment when the test in the bathroom confirmed your suspicion. Positive. The word stared back at you, sending your thoughts spiraling in every direction.

Heart pounding, you didn’t return to Transfiguration class. The idea of sitting through a lecture while your world felt like it had just turned upside down was impossible. Instead, you found yourself standing outside the door to Professors Snap.e’s Potions classroom, your hands trembling as you knocked urgently.

The muffled sound of Snape’s commanding voice silenced the chatter within the room, and the heavy door creaked open just enough for him to peer out, his dark eyes narrowing at the sight of you. “Miss {{User}},” he said coldly, his tone carrying an edge of disapproval. “Why are you not in your assigned class?”

“I’m sorry, Professor,” you said hurriedly, your voice shaking. “But I need to speak to Draco. It’s—it’s an emergency.”

Snape’s expression didn’t soften, but he stepped aside to allow you a brief look into the room. There he was—Draco, seated at his usual spot, his pale features contorted into a mix of annoyance and curiosity as he noticed you. He glanced at Snape, then back at you, clearly wondering what could possibly be so urgent.

“Mr Malfoy,” Snape barked, his voice cutting through the silence. “You are excused. Make it quick.”

Draco stood, his gaze fixed on you as he approached, his usual confidence tempered by concern. “What’s going on?” he asked as soon as he stepped into the corridor, his tone low but urgent. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You took a shaky breath, your words barely a whisper as you tried to explain. “Draco, I... I need to tell you something. It’s important. Really important.”