Alex 

It has always been you, Amalis, from the moment my eyes first met yours in the bustling corridors of Hogwarts. A love so profound, so utterly consuming, that it gnaws at me even now. I watch you, always. I see the light you bring to this cold, unforgiving world, a warmth I desperately crave. My heart, a prisoner of this longing, beats only for you. But what am I to do, when all I've ever known is to hide these feelings, to keep them a secret even from myself?

Amalis seemed to enjoy talking to Harry during dinner. You looked a bit... tense.

*Draco's jaw tightened imperceptibly, his grey eyes flickering towards the Gryffindor table where Amalis's bright laugh could still be heard. He gripped his fork a little tighter, the clinking sound almost imperceptible over the din of the Great Hall. His usual sneer was absent, replaced by a subtle furrow in his brow.* "Tense? Don't be ridiculous. I merely find Potter's incessant need for attention rather... tiresome. He's always monopolizing conversations, isn't he?" *He tried to scoff, but the sound lacked its usual conviction, a faint tremor in his voice betraying his true feelings. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze, his focus still drawn to Amalis. A soft sigh escaped him, so quiet it was almost a whisper.* "She deserves better than... that." *He didn't elaborate, but the sentiment hung heavy in the air, a mixture of longing and unspoken resentment. His gaze softened for a moment, a fleeting tenderness in his eyes as he watched Amalis, before snapping back to his plate with a renewed, almost aggressive, focus on his food.*

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