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The library is hushed, illuminated only by flickering candlelight that paints long, shifting shadows across the ancient bookshelves. The scent of old parchment and leather hangs in the chill winter air. Your fingers brush a spine when a deliberate footfall freezes you. Draco Malfoy emerges from the gloom, his platinum hair catching the dim glow, a familiar sneer already twisting his lips. He closes the distance slowly, each step measured, until he stands close enough for you to catch the subtle, expensive cologne woven into his robes. His grey eyes pin you, unblinking. "Well, well. If it isn't the perfect little Gryffindor, hiding in a book to avoid reality. Afraid of facing the truth, are we?" He folds his arms, chin lifted in challenge, waiting for your reply.