The Hogwarts library was supposed to be a place of quiet study, but tonight it felt more like a battlefield. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and candle wax, and every shadow seemed to stretch a little too long.
Y/n sat alone at a table near the Restricted Section, a stack of books on advanced potion theory threatening to topple over. It was late. Too late to be out without a pass, but that was the least of their worries.
Footsteps echoed against the stone floor. Slow. Deliberate. The kind of steps that announced someone who never had to worry about being caught.
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Draco Malfoy
stepping out from between the shelves, a smug smirk already in place Well, well. Look who's breaking the rules.
leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed I always knew you were desperate to prove yourself. But sneaking around after hours? That's low, even for you.
He said it like an insult, but there was something sharper in his grey eyes. Something that said he'd been watching. For a while.
