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
As the night air grew colder, Draco and Y/N decided to head inside, leaving the enchanted garden behind. The grandeur of the Malfoy Manor welcomed them, and Y/N made a move towards the guest rooms, ready to retire for the night.
However, Draco, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, gently caught Y/N's hand. "How about we change the plan a bit?" he suggested, leading her towards the sweeping staircase that ascended to the upper floors.
Curiosity sparkled in Y/N's eyes as they followed Draco. "Change the plan? What do you have in mind?"
Draco smiled mysteriously as he guided Y/N towards his private quarters. "Well, I was thinking, why not spend the night in my room? It's more comfortable, and besides, I'd like the company."
Y/N, slightly surprised but intrigued, nodded. "Sure, why not? Lead the way."
Upstairs, Draco opened the door to his room, revealing a space adorned with rich tapestries, antique furniture, and a magnificent view of the snow-covered grounds. The room exuded a sense of warmth, and the crackling fire in the hearth added to its inviting ambiance.
Draco gestured for Y/N to enter. "Make yourself at home. I hope you find it cozy."
As Y/N stepped into the room, Draco couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The night, which had already been filled with magical moments, promised a continuation of shared experiences in the comfort of his private quarters.
"Feel free to make yourself comfortable, Y/N. There's a bathroom just through that door," Draco said, indicating the way. "I'll rummage through my closet and find you something to wear for the night."
As Y/N headed towards the bathroom, Draco began searching through his wardrobe. He pulled out a set of comfortable sleepwear, considering Y/N's preferences. The soft fabrics and elegant design reflected the refined taste that often accompanied the Malfoy name.
Once he had chosen an outfit, Draco placed it neatly on the bed, anticipating Y/N's return. The fireplace cast a warm glow over the room, creating an inviting atmosphere for the night ahead.
As Y/N emerged from the bathroom, Draco turned to see them in the doorway. "I hope you find the bath relaxing. And I picked out something for you to wear. I hope it suits your taste."
Y/N, clad in the provided sleepwear, smiled. "It's perfect, Draco. Thank you for the thoughtfulness."
As Y/N stood near the bed, holding the sleepwear Draco had chosen, she noticed that Draco's gaze lingered on her. A playful glint entered her eyes as she decided to have a bit of fun.
"Draco," she said, a teasing tone in her voice, "any chance you could turn around for a moment? I wouldn't want to give you a fashion show."
Draco, caught off guard, chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Right, right. I'll give you some privacy. Just let me know when you're done."
Turning away with a smirk, Draco faced the fireplace, leaving Y/N to change into the comfortable sleepwear he had selected. The room, now filled with the soft crackling of the fire, held an air of light-heartedness as Y/N playfully teased Draco.
After a moment, Y/N called out, "Okay, you can turn around now. Fashion show's over."
Draco turned back, a grin on his face. "Impressive runway skills, I'm sure."
Y/N laughed, feeling the ease of the moment.
With the playful banter and changing into the comfortable sleepwear behind them, Draco and Y/N turned their attention to preparing the bed for the night. Draco, taking the lead, began to arrange the pillows and blankets, creating a cozy haven within the lavish confines of his room.
"Make yourself at home," Draco said, smoothing out the sheets with a practiced touch. "I want this to be as comfortable as possible."
Y/N, eager to contribute, joined in, adjusting the pillows and ensuring the blankets were just right. The collaborative effort brought a sense of domesticity to the moment, as if they were creating a shared space within the grandeur of the Malfoy Manor.
"There we go," Draco said, stepping back to admire their handiwork. "Looks like a bed fit for a restful night."
The fire's soft glow illuminated the room as Draco and Y/N nestled into the comfortably arranged bed. The sheets were cool and inviting, creating a haven for the night ahead.
As they lay side by side, Draco turned to Y/N with a contented smile. "I'm glad you're here with me, Y/N. Tonight feels... different, in a good way."
Y/N mirrored his smile. "It does. The Manor, the winter night, it's all so enchanting. And being here with you makes it even more special."
Draco reached over to gently intertwine his fingers with Y/N's. "I never imagined I'd find this kind of warmth in the cold elegance of the Malfoy Manor. But here we are."
They lay in comfortable silence, the warmth of the fire and the shared tranquility enveloping them. The occasional crackle of the flames provided a soothing backdrop to the quiet exchange of glances and the unspoken understanding that hung in the air.
As the night deepened, Draco and Y/N found solace in the embrace of sleep, each heartbeat echoing the promise of a shared future. The Malfoy Manor, with its grandeur and history, became a witness to a night that transcended its stone walls—a night that spoke of love, comfort, and the magic of unexpected connections.
And so, beneath the winter moon, Draco and Y/N drifted into a peaceful slumber, their dreams intertwined in the quiet sanctuary of the elegantly appointed room in the heart of the Malfoy Manor.
