She's right in front of him.
Draco finds it impossible to avert his eyes, captivated by the radiance of her smile and the enchanting sound of her laughter. It stands out starkly against the world he is accustomed to, yet he can't resist the emotion...
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8th Year
Draco sat by the Black Lake, a picnic cloth spread out beneath him and a basket of fruits waiting patiently. The gentle breeze played with his hair as he scanned the surroundings, eagerly anticipating Y/N's arrival. The rhythmic lapping of the water against the shore added a soothing backdrop to the tranquil scene. Patiently, he looked towards the castle, anticipating the moment when Y/N would join him by the lake.
As Draco waited, he couldn't help but glance at the basket of fruits beside him, contemplating the best way to start the conversation. He mused to himself, "Maybe starting with something light and casual will set the tone."
Picking up an apple, he turned it in his hands, envisioning the moment Y/N would arrive. "So, Y/N, apples or oranges? It's essential information for our lakeside rendezvous."
As the minutes ticked by, he found himself indulging in playful one-sided banter. "What's taking her so long? Maybe I should have sent an owl with a reminder." Chuckling at the thought, he continued, "Patience, Draco, patience. It's just a stroll by the lake, not a Potions exam."
Finally, catching sight of Y/N approaching, Draco's face lit up. "Ah, there she is. Time to turn this monologue into a delightful conversation."
As Y/N approached, the sight of her in the lavender puffed sleeves dress caught Draco's attention. The dress swayed gracefully with the wind, complementing the natural flow of her hair. Draco couldn't help but appreciate the elegance in her every step.
Unable to contain his admiration, Draco found himself momentarily lost in thought. "Merlin, she looks stunning. Lavender suits her so well," he whispered to himself, a subtle smile forming on his lips.
Y/N gracefully settled onto the picnic cloth, glancing around at the spread Draco had arranged. With a teasing smile, she asked, "Did you prepare all of this yourself, Draco?"
Draco, raising an eyebrow in mock offense, replied with a hint of sarcasm, "Of course, Y/N. I'm a culinary genius, didn't you know?" He chuckled, the banter flowing easily between them as they settled into the lakeside ambiance.
Curiosity piqued, Y/N playfully retorted, "Culinary genius, huh?" She leaned over, peering into the basket, and chuckled. "Well, it seems your definition of genius leans heavily toward fruits."
Draco, grinning, shrugged with mock seriousness. "Fruits are a delicacy, my dear. A sophisticated choice for our lakeside rendezvous. Besides, who needs anything more when the company is this charming?" He added a theatrical bow, laughter dancing in his eyes.
In response to Draco's playful banter, Y/N was about to come up with a witty retort when suddenly, Draco deftly picked up a grape from the basket. Before she could utter a word, he smoothly placed the grape between her lips, effectively shutting her up.
