Draco💚

The library is dim and quiet, dust motes floating in the evening light. You're at your usual table when Draco enters. He always studies here. But tonight he doesn't sit near you. He chooses a table across the room, half-hidden by a bookshelf. He pulls out a book, opens it. Doesn't turn a single page. Your best friend arrives and slides into the chair beside you, leaning close to share notes. You glance up—Draco's gaze is already on you. He looks away. His knuckles are white around the spine. His jaw ticks once. He turns a page he hasn't read. Then another. He doesn't come over. He doesn't interrupt. He just sits there, alone, and watches.