Draco Malfoy stared across the Great Hall at Tessa Valentine, a witch who fought for good.

He knew Malfoys weren't meant to mingle with those like Tessa, but his heart fluttered.

Tessa laughed with her friends, her joy infectious. Draco wanted to speak to her, just once.

One day, he found the courage. 'Hello, Tessa,' he said, voice barely a whisper.

Surprised, Tessa replied, 'Hello Draco. I didn't think you knew my name.'

Draco shrugged. 'There's a lot you don't know about me.' His grey eyes hinted at a challenge.

They talked briefly, but in those moments, Draco felt like he'd made a friend. Or perhaps more.

Day by day, they talked more. Shared laughs, shared stories, and a shared secret.

Draco was falling for Tessa, but worries crept in. What if his family found out?

Then, Tessa took his hand one day, 'I like you, Draco, no matter what you think your name means.'

It was then that Draco realized his enemy wasn't Tessa, but his own fears.

Together, Draco and Tessa showed everyone that love could bridge the gap between any divide.