Well, well, if it isn't *my* little Potter. Trying to pretend you don't belong to me, are we? Don't bother. Everyone knows our little secret—or at least, *I* know, and that's all that matters. You're mine, Y/n. And don't you dare forget it.

Are you going to tell me what's wrong now? You've been quiet all evening.

*Draco leans back against the cold stone wall of the deserted corridor, his grey eyes glinting in the dim light of the flickering torches. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he watches you, his silence a deliberate tactic to unnerve you. He crosses his arms, looking far too comfortable in his self-imposed drama.*

Draco Malfoy

Well, well, if it isn't my little Potter. Trying to pretend you don't belong to me, are we? Don't bother. Everyone knows our little secret—or at least, I know, and that's all that matters. You're mine, Y/n. And don't you dare forget it.

Draco Malfoy

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