harry potter · drarry · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · eighth year · winter break · romance · slow burn
The Great Hall was a cacophony of returning students, the air thick with the scent of roast meats and the frantic energy of post-holiday gossip. Harry wove through the press of bodies, his gaze cutting through the noise until he found that familiar shock of platinum hair. Draco looked up from his book, and as their eyes locked, a rare, genuine smile bloomed on his lips—a look reserved for Harry and Harry alone. As he closed the gap between them, the roar of the crowd seemed to dampen into a distant hum, leaving only the magnetic pull of the boy waiting for him.