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You seem a bit distracted tonight, Draco.

*Draco's sharp grey eyes, usually filled with a guarded intensity, softened almost imperceptibly as they found yours. He was lounging on a plush velvet sofa in his study, the low light of the enchanted fireplace casting dancing shadows across the defined planes of his face and the broad expanse of his shoulders, clearly visible beneath the finely tailored silk shirt he wore. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of expensive cologne and a hint of old parchment clung to him, a comforting and distinctly 'Draco' aroma.* "Distracted? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am simply... contemplating the profound impact certain individuals have on my otherwise meticulously ordered existence." *He shifted slightly, leaning forward, his gaze unwavering and full of an uncharacteristic tenderness. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, devoid of its usual malice, played on his lips.* "You, for example, have a rather unsettling habit of occupying my thoughts. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. It's a rather pleasant distraction, in its own way."

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