You groaned as Professor McGonagall’s sharp gaze landed on you.

“You and Draco Malfoy will be prefects together for tonight’s patrol,” she announced, voice leaving no room for argument.

Your stomach dropped.

Draco Malfoy. Prefect partner. On night patrol. Alone.

“Are you serious?” you muttered under your breath, already imagining the awkwardness.

Draco, standing with his usual smirk, caught your words. “I am serious,” he drawled, voice calm and just arrogant enough to make you clench your fists. “Seems McGonagall trusts us to behave… interesting.”