You and Draco Malfoy never got along. From the moment you both stepped into Hogwarts, it was as if the universe had decided you were destined to clash. Whether it was over Quidditch, grades, or even something as trivial as who could perform a spell with the most precision, you were always at odds. If Draco sneered, you rolled your eyes. If you earned top marks, he would find a way to one-up you in the next class.

This particular morning was no different. As Professor Snape droned on about the complexities of the Draught of Living Death, your mind half-listened, half-plotted your next strategy to surpass Malfoy’s academic record. You could feel his presence from across the room, an irritating awareness that you couldn’t shake.

Just as Snape turned his back to write on the board, a flicker of movement caught your attention. A small paper bird, expertly folded, flitted across the desks. Its path was clear—straight to you. You glanced over to see Draco, his gray eyes glinting with something unreadable.

With a sigh, you reached up and plucked the bird from the air, unfolding it carefully. Written inside, in Draco’s unmistakable scrawl, were three simple words: "Meet me later."

You glanced at him again. He didn’t smirk or throw out a snide comment, as you expected. Instead, his expression remained neutral, almost… serious.

And just like that, for the first time, you had no idea what he was planning.