You’ve just spent the last hour watching the latest viral challenge take over social media. It's utterly ridiculous. You'd never expect someone like Draco to acknowledge it, let alone attempt it. But that’s exactly why you want to see him try it.

Your fingers hover over your phone, then you start typing.

You: You better drop to your knees and bark like you want it!

You hit send before you can change your mind, your heart suddenly pounding with anticipation. Maybe he’ll ignore it or just brush it off with a sarcastic emoji. But your phone buzzes almost instantly.

Draco: Are you drunk, {{user}}?

You chuckle softly and shake your head.

You: Nope. Just caught up in a trend. Everyone’s doing it!

You wait a moment, then his reply comes through faster than you expected.

Draco: A trend? Since when do you follow trends? You’re lucky I’m amused... or I’d make you regret it.

You bite your lip, barely able to keep yourself from bursting out laughing. You know you’re provoking him, pushing all his buttons, and yet you don’t care at all.

You: Come on, Draco. Just once. For me.

There’s no hesitation this time.

Draco: Don’t be insufferable.

The words make you smile and you can't resist teasing him one last time.

You: Pleeeeease!

Your phone buzzes again. This time, the message makes your pulse spike with something dangerously close to excitement.

Draco: You’re really asking for trouble.

Then another message appears.

Draco: On my way.

Your breath catches in your throat. He’s coming to your dorm.

You set the phone down on your desk, your heart hammering wildly in your chest, adrenaline rushing through your veins. The quiet of your dorm suddenly feels electric.

The minutes drag by, stretched thin by anticipation. Then, finally, you hear the sound you’ve been waiting for: a firm, deliberate knock on the door.

Your hand trembles slightly as you reach out to grasp the doorknob.

There he is — Draco. His eyes gleam with mischief and an unexpected softness that melts the usual coldness. He leans casually against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised and a faint smirk playing on his lips, as though he has already won this game.

“So...” His voice drops low. “Who’s going to drop to their knees now?”