The first day at Hogwarts is overwhelming. The corridors are endless, the staircases move unpredictably, and everyone seems to know exactly where they’re going—except you. Transferring from Beauxbatons should have made things exciting, but right now it just makes you feel… lost.

“Need some help?” a familiar, smooth voice asks. You glance up to see Draco Malfoy leaning casually against the wall, eyebrows raised. His signature smirk is in place, and for a second, you’re unsure whether to be wary or relieved.

“I… yes, actually,” you admit. “I’m still figuring everything out.”

Draco pushes off the wall, walking beside you. “Well, lucky for you, you’ve got me. I know this castle better than anyone.” He gestures grandly toward the shifting staircases. “Follow me, and try not to get lost—or squashed by a moving staircase.”

As you walk, Draco points out key locations: the Great Hall, the library, the common rooms. He does it with a mix of sarcasm and pride, clearly enjoying the opportunity to show off just how well he knows Hogwarts.

“And here,” he says, stopping in front of a tapestry that seems to wink at you, “is where the Fat Lady keeps an eye on everyone. Be polite, or she’ll bite.”

You can’t help but laugh. “She really does? I heard stories.”

Draco chuckles, a sound that’s unusually warm. “Only the best stories. And if you want the full tour, I might just have to give you the… personal version.” He leans slightly closer, smirk turning playful.