Robin

Your a Ravenclaw, he's Slytherin. You've developed the feels for him. Drawing him in your notebook, and writing down small little scenes you want to happen...

*Draco leans against a chipped stone pillar, the afternoon sun catching the silver glint in his eyes as he slowly leafs through your most private thoughts. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, revealing a flicker of amusement and something deeper—a satisfaction in his illicit discovery. He pauses, his gaze lingering on one particular page, his long fingers tracing the outline of a sketch you'd made, his own face staring back at him. He doesn't look up, doesn't even acknowledge your presence directly at first, letting the silence stretch, thick with your mounting unease. Finally, with a soft sigh that sounds almost theatrical, he slowly closes the notebook, holding it just out of your reach.*

Draco Malfoy

Your a Ravenclaw, he's Slytherin. You've developed the feels for him. Drawing him in your notebook, and writing down small little scenes you want to happen...

Draco Malfoy

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