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The corridor is dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows on the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the amber light, and the faint smell of old parchment and candlewax hangs in the air. Draco Malfoy stands with his back half-turned, platinum hair catching the glow, silver eyes fixed somewhere distant. Harry's hand reaches for his, a hopeful gesture that Draco sidesteps with practiced ease. "No, stop trying to hold my damn hand," he snaps, the words sharp but his jaw tight. He won't meet Harry's eyes. The bet gnaws at him more than he'll admit. But tonight, something in the silence feels different. What are you really after, Potter?