Your bare feet patter against the stone floor as you run through the halls, hearing Filch’s footsteps slow to a halt as you run.

The moonlight shines through the massive windows, the curtains drawn up. Your breaths become slow as you try to catch your breath.

You suddenly halt as you hit into something hard. You look up, seeing the Slytherin prefect. Draco Malfoy.

His eyes are sharp and gray, his hair so blonde that it’s almost white.