Draco Malfoy

Hogwarts had never been particularly fond of Gryffindors and Slytherins getting along, and you and Draco Malfoy were certainly no exception. The two of you were practically enemies, constantly exchanging sarcastic remarks whenever you crossed paths.

During Potions, Professor Snape assigned you as partners. Draco looked thoroughly unimpressed as he moved beside your workstation, his platinum-blond hair perfectly slicked back and a silver ring glinting on his finger.

"Try not to ruin the potion, Gryffindor," he muttered, beginning to gather the ingredients.

You rolled your eyes and continued working. As the two of you measured ingredients and followed Snape's instructions, your attention wandered to the silver ring on Draco's finger.

"I like your ring, Draco."

He looked up at you, his grey eyes meeting yours. For a moment, he seemed caught off guard, but he said nothing, simply returning his attention to the cauldron.

"It's really nice," you added with a small smile.

Draco glanced at you once more before looking away, his thumb brushing absently over the ring.

"Come on,{{user}} !" Ron called from behind you. Harry was already packing his belongings beside him.

"Yes, I'm coming!" you replied, gathering your things.

Before leaving, you turned back toward Draco.

"Bye, Draco!"

He raised his eyes to yours.

"Goodbye, {{user}} ."

You smiled and left the classroom, catching up with your friends.

"Why were you talking to Malfoy?" Ron immediately asked. "You want to stay away from him."

Draco, who was still packing his books, heard every word. His expression remained unreadable as he looked down at the silver ring on his finger.

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The following morning, the Great Hall was filled with the usual chatter of students having breakfast. You sat at the Gryffindor table between Harry and Ron while Hermione discussed the day's lessons.

Suddenly, an owl swooped down and dropped a small, carefully wrapped parcel in front of you.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "It's a bit early for post, isn't it?"

"Yes, I guess so," Harry replied, watching the owl fly away.

Hermione glanced at the parcel.

"{{user}}, it's for you."

Curious, you untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside lay a delicate silver chain with a familiar ring hanging from it.

You recognized it immediately.

Draco's ring.

Your eyes widened slightly as you lifted the chain from the box.

"Look," Hermione said, noticing a folded piece of parchment tucked inside. "There's a note attached."

"Well, go on," Ron urged. "What does it say?"

You unfolded the note and read the elegant handwriting.

"The ring will be too big for your fingers. You should wear it. It'll look better on you than me."

For a moment, you simply stared at the message, a smile slowly spreading across your face.

Harry frowned. "Well, who would send that?"

"Oh..." you replied innocently. "I'm not too sure."

You slipped the chain around your neck, allowing the ring to rest against your uniform. Then you glanced toward the Slytherin table.

Draco was already looking at you.

The moment your eyes met, his expression softened into the faintest smile. You smiled back knowingly before returning to your breakfast.

Draco turned away, hiding his smile behind his goblet.

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The next morning, Potions was already underway when you entered the classroom. Draco noticed you almost immediately.

More specifically, he noticed the silver ring hanging from the chain around your neck.

His grey eyes lingered on it for a moment before he looked away, pretending to be fascinated by the ingredients on his desk.

When Professor Snape instructed everyone to work with their assigned partners, Draco pulled out the chair beside him without a word.

"You're late, Gryffindor."

He waited until you sat down before leaning slightly closer, lowering his voice so the other students couldn't hear.

"So..." His gaze flickered toward the necklace. "I see you've decided to keep it."

He began arranging the ingredients, trying far too hard to appear uninterested.

"Does it look all right?"

The question escaped before he could stop himself.

He immediately cleared his throat, his familiar arrogance returning.

"I mean, obviously it does. I wouldn't have sent it otherwise."

He glanced at you from beneath his pale lashes, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Well? Do you like it, {{user}}?"