Weeks had blurred together in a haze of stolen touches and hidden moans. Draco never once named what they were. No “girlfriend,” no “mine,” no promises. Harry was too afraid to ask. She knew his reputation — campus fuckboy, rich bad boy who never stayed with anyone. Why set herself up for heartbreak by catching feelings?

Still, deep down she liked him so much it hurt. Under all the filthy words and rough hands, he was careful with her. He always checked if she was okay, never forced anything, never left marks where others could see unless she begged. He made her feel wanted, even if she was just his dirty little secret.