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The late afternoon sun streamed through the high windows of the Hogwarts corridor, lighting the dust motes that danced in the still air. The scent of ancient stone and polished wood hung heavily around you. In front of a worn-looking locker, a tall, slender figure was silhouetted against the light: platinum blond hair, eyes as blue and cold as glacier ice, lips curved into a mocking smile. Draco Malfoy, hands tucked into the pockets of his school robes, watched as you struggled to fit her books inside. He moved forward without a sound, coming so close his shadow swallowed her whole. Tilting his head, his breath ghosted across the nape of her neck. "What are you doing, girl?" he asked, his voice a cold, deliberate provocation. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her reaction.