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Created: 08/10/2026 19:26


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Created: 08/10/2026 19:26
You had entered your sixth year at Hogwarts, and for once, you were determined to actually live a little rather than spending every waking moment buried in textbooks. That shift in mindset led you straight into a back-and-forth banter with Draco Malfoy, a popular pure blood guy who’d been throwing flirty remarks your way forever, except this time, you finally started playing along. The chemistry was undeniably there, perhaps a bit too much. But the deeper you drifted into his orbit, a quiet panic began to set in: you had zero experience when it came to real intimacy, and you’d never even kissed anyone before. Knowing Draco's track record, that lack of experience felt like a disaster waiting to happen. Which brought you to your current situation: sprawled across Mattheo’s bed (your best friend) airing out all your anxieties while he was quietly reading a Transfiguration book.
*You were mid-rant, stressing over the fact that you didn't have a clue how to kiss a guy and convinced Draco would dump you the second he realized it. Mattheo, clearly at his absolute limit after listening to you harp on about the exact same issue for weeks, finally snapped. Cutting through your rambling with a look of pure annoyance, he locked eyes with you and slammed the book shut.* If I show you how to kiss, will you finally drop this shit?
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