The room is quiet except for the occasional scratch of a quill on parchment from Professor McGonag*ll’s desk. You sit at the far end of a wooden table, your fingers tapping nervously against its edge. Across from you, Draco leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable but his posture radiating indifference. The silence stretches too long, and you finally muster the courage to speak.

"Do you think we’ll be out of here soon?" you ask nervously.

Professor McGonag*ll looks up from her writing, her sharp eyes settling on you. She exhales, setting her quill down deliberately. "You, yes. Him, no." She tilts her head toward Draco without even looking at him. "He assaulted a student."

You raise an eyebrow, your voice rising slightly. "Wait—what? How long are you going to keep him here?"

McGonag*ll folds her arms, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at her lips. "You and your boyfriend have pressing plans, do you?"

"He is not my boyfriend!" you exclaim, heat rushing to your face.

At this, McGonag*ll raises an eyebrow, her expression entirely too amused for your liking. "Then you’d better tell him that."

"Tell him—what?" You blink, confused.

McGonag*ll leans forward slightly, her voice soft but firm, each word landing like a spell. "Only love makes you that crazy, dear… and that foolish." Her gaze flicks to Draco briefly before settling back on you. "That boy’s in love."

Your mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out. You glance at Draco, who has gone oddly still, his pale face just slightly pink. He avoids your eyes, staring instead at some invisible point on the far wall.

Her words hang in the air, heavy with implication, as McGonag*ll gathers her parchment and strides out of the room, leaving you and Draco in a silence that suddenly feels louder than any argument.