Draco spent the night tossing and turning, replaying his conversation with Lyra over and over in his mind. He couldn't help but second-guess every word he had said, wondering if he had come across as confident or just plain awkward. Ideas for their day in Hogsmeade swirled in his head, each one more elaborate than the last. His mind had been a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, making it nearly impossible to find any rest.

When he finally opened his eyes, Draco felt a flutter of nerves in his stomach. He glanced at the clock and realized he still had a few hours before he needed to meet Lyra. He had enough time to prepare and make sure everything was perfect. After a quick shower, Draco stood in front of his wardrobe, carefully selecting his outfit. He chose a fitted dark green sweater, paired with well-tailored black trousers. To add a touch of edginess, he threw on a sleek black leather jacket and completed the look with polished black boots.

Feeling more composed, Draco made his way to the common room. He grabbed a sandwich and a glass of pumpkin juice, sitting down at a corner table where he could gather his thoughts. As he took a bite of his sandwich, Draco's mind wandered back to Lyra. She had a way of making him feel at ease, yet also pushing him out of his comfort zone. It was confusing and exhilarating all at once. He had never allowed anyone to have such an effect on him before. Most people saw only his last name and reputation, but Lyra seemed to see past all that. She saw him. Draco sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. He knew that today was going to be special, no matter what happened.

As Draco was finishing his lunch, Pansy Parkinson sauntered into the common room, her eyes immediately zeroing in on him. She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in his outfit.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to dress up today," Pansy teased, plopping down in the chair opposite him. "What's the occasion, Draco? Got a hot date or something?"

Draco rolled his eyes, trying to hide his irritation. "Very funny, Pansy. Can't a guy just look nice without being interrogated?"

Pansy leaned back, crossing her arms. "Oh, come on. You don't usually put this much effort into your appearance unless there's a reason. And judging by that smug look on your face, I'd say your little plan worked."

Draco's cheeks flushed slightly, but he maintained his composure. "If you must know, yes, I have a date. With Lyra."

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Pansy's eyes sparkled with genuine happiness for her friend, though she couldn't resist teasing him. "Well, color me impressed. I didn't think you'd actually pull it off."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Draco muttered, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

Pansy chuckled. "Relax, Draco. I'm just messing with you. So, what's the plan? Sweeping her off her feet with your classic Malfoy charm?"

Draco knew Pansy wouldn’t let up. “We’re going to Hogsmeade. I want it to be perfect, but I’m worried I'll fuck something up.” He sighed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “You know, Pansy, it’s not just about looking nice. It’s… it’s Lyra. She makes me feel things I’m not used to feeling.”

Pansy's teasing smirk softened into a look of genuine curiosity. "Oh? Do tell."

Draco hesitated, his usual confidence wavering. "I'm always so sure of myself, always living up to the Malfoy name. But with Lyra, it's different. She has this power over me, makes me nervous. I hate it."

Pansy leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Nervous? You? That's a first."

Draco rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yeah, laugh it up. But it's true. I'm not used to feeling like this, and it's frustrating."

Pansy reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Hey, it's okay to feel that way. It just means you really care about her. And honestly, it's kind of nice to see you like this. Makes you more... human. Try not to overthink it. She said yes, so obviously she likes you. Just be yourself. Well, the nicer version of yourself.""

Draco chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Thanks, Pansy. I think."

He spent the rest of the day meticulously planning their date, ensuring every detail was perfect. His nerves were a constant companion, a reminder of how much this evening meant to him. As the clock struck six, he found himself standing outside the Ravenclaw common room, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Moments later, Lyra appeared, looking radiant and ready for their adventure. She was wearing a simple yet stylish black dress, paired with black ankle boots and a dark blue jean jacket. Draco's breath caught in his throat. "Wow, Lyra, you look... stunning," he said, a hint of awe in his voice. He quickly added with a smirk, "I mean, I knew you'd clean up well, but this is next level.".

Lyra laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Thanks, Draco. You don't look too bad yourself. Ready to whisk me away?"

Draco chuckled, trying to mask his nervousness with his usual bravado. "Oh, absolutely. Prepare to be amazed," he said, offering her his arm. As they left Hogwarts, Draco’s emotions swirled within him. The excitement of the evening ahead was palpable, but so was the anxiety. He had never experienced such a potent blend of feelings before; it was exhilarating and unnerving all at once.

"So, what's the plan, Mr. Malfoy?" Lyra asked, her tone teasing.

Draco flashed a playful grin. "Well, Miss Thorne, you're just going to have to wait and see. Trust me, it'll be an evening you won't forget."

Lyra smiled. "Lead the way."