The Slytherin common room was nearly empty, the greenish glow from the Black Lake casting eerie shadows against the walls. Draco sat on the edge of a velvet armchair, lazily twirling his wand between his fingers as his gaze locked onto you.

“You know,” he mused, voice smooth as silk, “most people would think twice before wandering into a snake’s den.” His lips curled into a slow smirk. “Either you’re fearless… or just incredibly foolish.”

He leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping to a near whisper. “Which one is it, then?” A beat of silence, his gaze never wavering. “Or—maybe you like playing with danger.”