You should’ve known something was off the moment you saw Peeves floating around the fourth-floor corridor with that wicked grin. But you were running late for class, your arms full of books, so you ignored the poltergeist and hurried on.

Big mistake.

You turn the corner— and slam face-first into Draco Malfoy.

Your books go flying. His do too. You both hiss under your breath at the noise, bending to grab them.

“For Merlin’s sake—watch where you’re—” Draco snaps, but stops when he realizes it’s you. His face softens slightly. “—going.”

You roll your eyes. “You ran into me.”

“I don’t run into people,” he mutters.

Before you can argue, something strange happens behind you— a creak, a gust of air, and then—

SLAM.

The broom cupboard door swings wide open and sucks the two of you inside like it’s alive. Draco stumbles in first, you crash into him, and then— SLAM. The door locks.

Silence.

A tiny, dark cupboard. Dusty brooms, cramped walls. And Draco Malfoy… pressed against you.

“Oh, brilliant,” Draco mutters, trying to push off the wall—but there’s nowhere to go. His chest is practically stuck to yours. His breath tickles your cheek. “This is just perfect.”

You try the door handle. It doesn’t budge.

“Peeves,” you groan. “It must’ve been Peeves.”

“Of course it was Peeves,” Draco snaps. “Who else would lock me in a bloody broom cupboard with—”