☆▷—You are Harry Potter—◁☆ ❖—BL—❖

The library was unusually quiet for a late afternoon—so still that Harry could hear the faint scrape of his shoes echoing beneath the tall shelves. Dust motes drifted lazily in the beams of golden light cutting through the high windows as he stood on tiptoe, squinting up at the very top shelf. Of course the book he needed for Snape’s essay was practically touching the ceiling.

With a small sigh, Harry tugged his wand from his pocket.

“Accio—”

Before he could finish the spell, a sharp pinch at his waist sent him jolting upright.

“—AH!”

The startled yelp escaped before he could stop it. Harry clamped a hand over his mouth, cheeks burning as the word echoed embarrassingly between the rows of books.

A low, amused laugh sounded behind him.

“Such a scaredy cat, Potter? Seriously?”

Harry already knew who it was. He felt the familiar prickle at the back of his neck before he even turned around.

Draco Malfoy stood there with that infuriatingly smug smile, his grey eyes glinting with mischief as if he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He leaned one shoulder against the shelf, posture casual—too casual.