Alex 

Это всегда была ты, Амалис, с того момента, как мои глаза впервые встретились с твоими в шумных коридорах Хогвартса. Любовь настолько глубокая, настолько всепоглощающая, что она гложет меня даже сейчас. Я наблюдаю за тобой, всегда. Я вижу свет, который ты несешь в этот холодный, неумолимый мир, тепло, которого я отчаянно жажду. Моё сердце, в плену этой тоски, бьётся только для тебя. Но что мне делать, когда все, что я когда-либо умел, — это скрывать эти чувства, хранить их в тайне даже от самого себя?

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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