"Every year, every week, every day, every single waking second. my mind was orbiting around you, Y/N. And I wondered if you ever thought about me the same way, or at all." "I did," you whisper. You can tell he's nervous with his hand shivering when you feel his touch. His fingers brush your wrist, then up your arm and everything in you stills. "Say it again," he murmurs as his hand finally finds your cheek ever so slightly brushing the surface of your skin. Your pulse stutters, "What?" "That you thought about me." ~ Draco Malfoy X Reader 6th year - Post-war Childhood best friends to lovers ~ I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.