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
Sunday arrived with a gentle ambiance, and Draco and Y/N, feeling a sense of shared tranquility, decided to spend the day together. They strolled through the Hogwarts grounds, the crunch of autumn leaves beneath their feet, the castle towering in the background.
Draco, hands in his pockets, glanced at Y/N with a grin. "So, any particular plans for today, or shall we continue this aimless wandering?"
Y/N laughed, "Aimless wandering sounds perfect. But, we could find a cozy spot in the library, or perhaps sneak into the kitchens for some snacks?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Sneak into the kitchens? Now you're speaking my language. Lead the way."
As they made their way to the kitchens, Y/N couldn't help but notice the genuine smiles and ease that defined their interactions. It felt like they were simply two individuals enjoying each other's company, free from the expectations and roles that Hogwarts often imposed.
In the kitchens, the house-elves greeted them warmly, offering an array of treats. Draco, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, whispered to Y/N, "I heard they make the best pumpkin pasties here."
Y/N smirked, "Well, we'll have to test that theory, won't we?" They indulged in a delightful spread of magical treats, the laughter and shared enjoyment creating a cocoon of contentment.
Later, as they found a quiet corner in the library, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They discussed everything from favorite books to childhood memories, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and aspirations.
Draco, with a thoughtful expression, asked, "Is there something you've always wanted to do, Y/N? A dream or a goal you've yet to pursue?"
Y/N considered for a moment, "I've always wanted to explore magical places beyond Britain. Maybe visit the magical markets in other countries, or see the wonders of different magical landscapes."
Draco nodded, "That sounds like a splendid goal. Perhaps we could plan a post-Hogwarts adventure together?"
Y/N grinned, "I'd like that. What about you, Draco? Any dreams you've yet to chase?"
Draco's gaze softened, "Funny enough, spending a peaceful Sunday like this, it's almost a dream come true. I never thought I'd find comfort in simplicity."
As the day waned, Draco and Y/N found themselves beneath the branches of the Whomping Willow, its leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. They settled onto the grass, enjoying the crisp air and the fading warmth of the autumn sun.
Y/N, looking at the shifting clouds above, mused, "You know, Draco, there's something magical about moments like these. Simple yet profound."
Draco, leaning back on his hands, agreed, "I never thought I'd find magic in the ordinary. Hogwarts has a way of surprising us, doesn't it?"
