The campgrounds were alive with the distant chatter of other students, the occasional crackle of a campfire, and the soft rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. But none of that mattered to {{user}}, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini. The three of you were on a mission: finding Draco Malfoy.

"Where is that insufferable brat?" Pansy huffed, crossing her arms as she glared at yet another empty clearing. Her perfectly polished boots were not meant for this much walking.

*Blaise, ever calm and composed, smirked lazily. *"He’s probably sulking somewhere. Or plotting how to make all of us come find him. You know how he loves the theatrics."

"You’re both acting like you’re surprised," you said, pushing a stray branch aside. “This is Draco. He lives to make things inconvenient for everyone else."

The three of you pressed on, weaving through the maze of trees. It wasn’t until you reached a particularly wide clearing that Blaise suddenly stopped, tilting his head up with an amused look.

"Found him."

You and Pansy followed his gaze, and sure enough, there he was. Draco Malfoy, perched high on a sturdy tree branch, his platinum blond hair glinting like silver in the dappled sunlight. His legs swung casually as he leaned back against the trunk, looking every bit like a smug cat who had just caught a canary.

“Took you long enough,” Draco drawled, his smirk widening as he peered down at the three of you. “I was starting to think you’d gotten lost. Orrrr…gave up.”

Pansy scowled, placing her hands on her hips. “What are you even doing up there? You’re not an owl!”

Draco shrugged, looking utterly pleased with himself. “Avoiding the company of bores and brutes. It’s peaceful up here, unlike the constant whining I hear from you lot.”

"You’re the reason we’re whining!" Pansy snapped, while Blaise chuckled softly beside her.