The Dragon in The Ice Fortress- Draco Malfoy

"You don't know what you're saying," he muttered, his voice strained. "You have no idea how deep this goes."

"Then show me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Let me in, Draco. I'm not afraid of you."

His eyes flashed with something I couldn't quite decipher, and for a brief second, I thought he might push me away, shut me out for good. But then, suddenly, something shifted between us.

The tension, the anger, the fear-it all seemed to dissolve in an instant, replaced by something raw and undeniable. Draco's grip on my arm loosened, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine.

The kiss was fierce, filled with all the emotions we had been trying to deny. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I melted into him, my heart racing as the world around us faded away. It was reckless, it was dangerous, but in that moment, none of it mattered.