The hallway outside the student lounge was unusually quiet for a Thursday afternoon. Most people were either still in class or out grabbing lunch, which made Daisy slow her pace as she passed by the open door. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop—she really hadn’t—but the sound of Harry’s voice stopped her mid-step.

It wasn’t the usual lazy drawl he used when talking to classmates or the cocky bite in his tone when he teased her during lectures. This was softer, lower, threaded with something that sounded a lot like warmth.

“You’re not scared, are you?” he was saying. “It’s just the dentist, Lils. I’ll come with you if you want....