Obsessed

The last time I saw Draco Malfoy, he was standing in the middle of the Astronomy Tower, bathed in the silver glow of the moon.

It was the night before he left Hogwarts for good.

I hadn’t planned to find him. Hadn’t *meant* to. But somehow, my feet had carried me here, like they *knew* before my mind could catch up.

He turned when he heard me step inside, his expression unreadable.

“Potter.” His voice was quieter than usual. Less sharp.

I swallowed hard. “So, it’s true.”

His lips quirked, something bitter playing at the edges. “News travels fast.”

I didn’t know what I had expected. Maybe a fight. Maybe *anything* other than this—this quiet finality.

“You’re really leaving?”

Draco exhaled, his hand brushing over his stomach—*barely visible yet, but I knew.* He nodded. “Charlie’s waiting.”

The name was a slap to the face.

I had imagined this moment a thousand different ways. That I would tell him he was making a mistake. That I would *beg* him to stay. That I would finally, finally say—

But I didn’t.

Because I had no right.

Instead, I forced out, “Are you happy?”

Draco blinked, surprised, like he hadn’t expected the question. For a moment, he just looked at me.

Then, softly—honestly—

“I think I will be.”

Something inside me cracked.

I nodded stiffly, staring at the stone beneath my feet. “Right.”

A silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, filled with everything I would never say.

And then—Draco stepped forward.

Close enough that I could see the moonlight reflected in his pale eyes. Close enough that I could smell his cologne, something sharp and expensive and *him.*

For one agonizing second, it felt like he might say something.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gave me the smallest, faintest smile.

And then—he walked away.

I stood there, frozen, as his footsteps faded.

As he disappeared down the stairs.

As he left Hogwarts.

As he left *me.*

And I—

Would never know it take years for me to see him again.