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The Slytherin common room was submerged in a greenish gloom, the fireplace crackling and shadows dancing across the stone walls. The air smelled of woodsmoke and the faint, woody cologne Draco always wore. There, kneeling before you on the worn carpet, his blond hair disheveled, he lifted his grey-eyed gaze. His fingers brushed your knees with a mixture of desperation and wounded pride. "Please," he whispered, his voice echoing in the quiet room. You remained seated on the edge of the bed, unmoving, one eyebrow raised. You knew the arranged marriage to Astoria Greengrass tormented him, but seeing him like this, humbled, was a spectacle you had never imagined. His stare locked onto yours, waiting for a word, a gesture. "Why me... hmm?", you asked with disdain, and he swallowed hard, feelin…