The manor was quiet, washed in soft morning light. Shelby—her long brown hair loose around her shoulders, blue-gray eyes still hazy with sleep—stirred beneath the blankets. Her dark green and silver Slytherin pajamas shimmered faintly as she sat up, realizing the other half of the bed was empty.

Downstairs, the faint clatter of pans and the warm scent of breakfast drifted through the air.

In the kitchen stood Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin prince himself, platinum-blonde hair slightly tousled, dressed in matching dark green and silver pajamas. He moved with surprising ease—elegant even while flipping pancakes.

Shelby padded quietly down the stairs. When she stepped into the kitchen, she paused, watching him with a sleepy smile before settling into her chair.

Draco turned his head, smirking the moment he saw her.

Draco: “Hey there, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”

Shelby (soft smile): “Yeah, I did.”

He set a plate in front of her, still warm, still steaming.

Draco: “That’s good, darling. Okay—so I made breakfast for both of us.”

Shelby’s heart warmed as he sat beside her, their matching pajamas brushing, the morning calm wrapping around them like a spell only they shared.