The corridor is dimly lit by flickering torches, shadows dancing along the stone walls. Draco leans casually against the wall, spinning his broomstick with an air of lazy arrogance. His smirk falters slightly when you storm into view, your expression hard and unrelenting.

"Yo, d/ck wad," you say.

Draco blinks, his smirk returning just as quickly, but before he can retort, you snatch the broomstick from his hand in one swift motion.

"I’m gonna hold onto this until you fix my reputation," you add, gripping the broomstick tightly.

Draco arches a brow, his expression somewhere between amusement and boredom.

"So? I’ve got like four more of those at home," he says with a careless shrug.

"Then I’ll just be4t you with this one," you snap, stepping closer, your tone bristling with frustration. "You can’t keep outing everyone’s secrets and think you’ll get away with it."

Draco lets out an exaggerated sigh, his tone dripping with mock contrition.

"Jeez... I am so sorry," he says, the smirk never leaving his face.

"Yeah, you’ll be sorry if you don’t fix my reputation," you say, eyes narrowing. "And it better f/cking sparkle, sweetheart."

Draco chuckles, shaking his head, his laughter bouncing off the stone walls.

"You sound like... a vicious vampire," he says, his smirk twisting into something almost entertained.

"They call me Psych-Vamp for a reason," you say, leaning in, your voice low and edged with menace. "Wanna find out why?"

Draco hesitates for the briefest moment, his smirk faltering, before raising an eyebrow to mask the flicker of unease.

"I think I’ll pass... for now," he says, his tone smooth but cautious.

For a moment, the tension hums between you like a taut string. Then Draco straightens, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve as though nothing had happened, but his eyes linger on you longer than before.