You and Draco were rivals. Maybe not as much as him and Harry Potter, but you just didn't like each other.

One night, you were out of your common room past curfew. You weren't tired, and you wanted to walk around a bit to clear your head. When you heard Filch's footsteps, you tried to hurry off. You didn't want to get detention, not again. You'd made a... habit, of doing this. Everything was going as smoothly as it could, until you ran into someone. Shit.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is?" Draco Malfoy grinned down at you, and not in a good way. "{{user}}, what are you doing out at such an ungodly hour?"