Draco Malfoy and the Girl Who Hid

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The night was cloaked in a velvety silence, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle crackling of the fire they had built. Yn sat cross-legged on the plush rug before the fireplace, absently tracing patterns in the fabric. She felt an odd sense of peace settling over her, yet it was tainted by a persistent curiosity, a need to understand the enigma that was Draco Malfoy.

Draco was watching her intently, his expression softer than she had ever seen. His gaze was searching, as though he was trying to memorize every detail of her face, every fleeting expression. She glanced up, catching his eyes, and felt a sudden jolt of intensity pass between them. It was raw, vulnerable, and impossibly tender.

"Yn," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "there's something I need to tell you."

She straightened, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to continue. There was a gravity in his words that made her pulse quicken, an unspoken promise that sent a shiver down her spine.

He took a deep breath, and for a moment, she saw a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. But then his gaze softened, and he reached for her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. His touch was warm and reassuring, grounding her in a way she hadn't expected.

"I know I haven't always been... someone you could trust," he said slowly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of her hand. "But I want you to know that, for the first time in my life, I feel like I've found someone who truly understands me. Someone who sees beyond the façade, beyond the expectations."

Yn's breath hitched as she listened, her heart thudding loudly in her chest. She had never heard Draco speak like this before—so open, so vulnerable. It was as though he was peeling back the layers, revealing a part of himself he had long kept hidden.

"I've spent so much of my life being told who I should be, how I should act," he continued, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "But with you... it's different. You make me want to be better. You make me believe that maybe, just maybe, I can be more than the sum of my past mistakes."

She felt a surge of warmth in her chest, her fingers tightening around his as she gazed into his eyes. "Draco..."

He shook his head, cutting her off gently. "Let me finish. Yn, I know this probably sounds strange, and I know we're both navigating things neither of us fully understands. But I need you to know that I'm in love with you. I have been for a while now."

His confession hung in the air, raw and unguarded, and Yn felt her breath catch in her throat. She had suspected his feelings, of course, had seen the subtle ways he showed his care and concern. But to hear him say it so openly, so honestly—it made her heart ache with a bittersweet intensity.

Draco's fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear as he looked at her, his gaze filled with a quiet reverence. "It's just you and me, Yn. We're stronger together, don't you see? Just the two of us, against the world."

Her resolve wavered, her defenses crumbling as she felt herself drawn to him, pulled in by the sheer force of his sincerity. For so long, she had been fighting, struggling to survive in a world that seemed intent on breaking her. But here, in this moment, she felt a glimmer of hope—a sense that maybe, just maybe, she had found someone who would stand by her side, who would fight alongside her.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she looked at him, her heart swelling with a mixture of fear and longing. "Draco... I—I've been alone for so long. I don't know if I remember how to let someone in."

He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers, his breath warm against her skin. "You don't have to do it all at once," he murmured. "I'll be here, every step of the way. We'll figure this out together."