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Extreme Measures

Draco Malfoy had always been in control. He had spent years perfecting the art of hiding his emotions behind a carefully constructed facade-cold, composed, untouchable. But in his eighth year at Hogwarts, all of that control had crumbled, and it was entirely Harry Potter's fault.

The problem wasn't that Harry was doing anything wrong. It was that Draco had fallen hopelessly, pathetically in love with him.

It wasn't supposed to happen. After the war, Draco had returned to Hogwarts determined to keep his head down, rebuild his reputation, and get through the year without any drama. But sharing a dormitory with Harry had turned out to be far more complicated than he'd anticipated. Harry wasn't just the boy who had defeated the Dark Lord anymore-he was kind, funny, and frustratingly good-looking, and Draco found himself drawn to him in ways he couldn't control.

Every time Harry smiled at him, every time their hands brushed, Draco felt his heart skip a beat. It was humiliating. He was sure that everyone could see right through him-see how utterly infatuated he was with Harry. He was convinced that his feelings were as obvious as the blush that crept up his neck every time Harry so much as looked at him.

To make matters worse, no one actually knew. No one had noticed Draco's hopeless, pathetic crush, but that didn't stop him from feeling like everyone around him could see the truth. He felt exposed, like his heart was on display for everyone to mock.

And so, Draco had taken drastic measures.

He had roped Pansy Parkinson into fake dating him.

Pansy had agreed, mostly because she found the whole situation amusing. She knew about Draco's feelings for Harry-how could she not, after all the late-night confessions and the way Draco practically melted whenever Harry was around? But she had also warned Draco that this plan wasn't going to solve anything.

"You know this isn't going to make your feelings go away, right?" Pansy had said, raising an eyebrow as Draco explained his idea.

"I know," Draco had muttered, feeling embarrassed even as he spoke. "But maybe if I'm dating you, people will stop looking at me like I'm some lovesick fool."

Pansy had rolled her eyes but agreed to go along with it anyway. After all, what were friends for?

At first, the plan seemed to be working. Draco and Pansy made a show of holding hands in the corridors, sitting together at meals, and exchanging playful banter in front of their classmates. Draco thought that maybe, just maybe, this would be enough to distract people from how obviously flustered he became around Harry.

But it didn't work. Not really.

Because despite the fake relationship, Draco still found himself falling apart whenever Harry was near. Every time Harry smiled at him, every time their hands brushed accidentally, Draco's heart would race, and his face would turn red. And he was convinced that people could see it.

He was convinced that Harry could see it.

Draco became more desperate with each passing day. He needed to prove-to himself, to everyone-that his feelings for Harry were under control. That he wasn't some lovesick fool pining after his roommate. And that's when he came up with the most extreme idea of all.

He would kiss Pansy. Publicly. In front of everyone.

The day Draco decided to go through with his plan, the Great Hall was buzzing with the usual lunchtime chatter. Draco sat beside Pansy at the Slytherin table, his nerves on edge as he glanced around the room. He spotted Harry at the Gryffindor table, laughing with Ron and Hermione, completely unaware of the chaos that was brewing in Draco's mind.