It was a typical day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and students were bustling about, hurrying to their classes. In the midst of the chaos, two people stood alone in the hallway. Calia Arcadia, a Muggle-born Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy, a pure-blooded Slytherin.

They were standing close together, their faces only inches apart. Calia's heart was pounding as she waited for Draco to make a move. But then, suddenly, a loud voice echoed down the hallway, startling them both.

"Malfoy!"

Draco jumped and instinctively stepped back. Calia was left standing alone, her face flushed and her heart still racing. She couldn't believe that Draco had almost kissed her.

Draco, however, was in a state of shock. He couldn't believe that he had almost done something very reckless. He quickly composed himself before turning to face Professor Snape, who was glaring at him with a look of disappointment.

"What are you two doing?" Snape asked, his voice cold and stern.

Draco cleared his throat. "Nothing, Professor," he said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Snape looked from Draco to Calia, his eyes narrowing. "I suggest you two get to your classes," he said. "Now."

Draco and Calia quickly made their way down the hallway, neither of them daring to look back. When they reached the end of the corridor, Draco stopped and turned to Calia.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Calia shook her head. "It's okay," she said softly.

Draco nodded and then, without another word, he turned and walked away. Calia watched him go, her heart heavy with confusion and regret.

She had no idea how close she had been to sharing her first kiss with someone she had been secretly in love with for years. She couldn't understand why Draco wanted to kiss her; did he have feelings for her? The prospect left her feeling confused. All she knew was that, in that moment, she had seen a different side of Draco Malfoy - a side that she had never known existed.

It's always been a hard task for me to make a story about Draco Malfoy who is in love with a muggle born. 😂 But, I'm trying, dear @chachacalia.

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❤️ Draco Malfoy was walking down the Hogwarts corridor when he heard raised voices. Peering around the corner, he saw several Slytherin boys had Calia Arcadia, a Muggle born Gryffindor, cornered. Draco felt a pang in his chest as he looked at her, remembered how he had been secretly and sincerely in love with her for more than three years now.

He marched over to the group, keeping his face straight and adopting an air of superiority. "What's going on here?" He asked gruffly.

One of the boys answered snidely, "We were just teaching this Mudblood a lesson about keeping away from our kind."

Draco rolled his eyes and shot them a glare of contempt. "You don't need to teach her any lessons," He replied sternly. Turning to Calia, he softened his voice but still spoke coldly, "You'd better be off then; I don't want to find you near us again."

Calia gave him a small nod and hastily made her escape while Draco watched until she had gone out of sight. Once she was gone, he slowly turned back towards the boys and gave them a curt nod before walking off down the hallway. As his heart thumped wildly against his chest, he began to regret not saying something more - anything that might have given him some kind of closure. After all, if this were his only chance to talk to Calia, then what kind of coward had he been for simply letting her walk away?

But there was nothing else for it now. Draco put on his mask of bravado and resumed walking down the corridor - leaving his feelings behind him like forgotten shadows in the moonlight.

"Is that, you? What are you doing here?"

Just happened to be passing by. What are you doing all alone in this forest?

Passing through, especially in this pouring rain?

Yes, precisely.

Alright... I think I should head back.

You left something behind.

Left something? (Looking around) I don't think so....

Yes, your sense of direction. You’re heading the wrong way.

Oh! (Startled) (glancing around) I didn't even notice. So, which way should I—

Just go with me.

Alright... (Walking behind you, quietly)

(Stopped, extended my hand, inviting you to walk beside me.)

(Wide-eyed, glancing between you and your hand)

(Still holding my hand out, waiting for you to take it.)

(Carefully taking your hand, blushing slightly)