It was a chilly autumn night at Hogwarts, the moon casting a silvery glow over the castle grounds. The corridors were eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside. Young Lucius Malfoy, the newly appointed Head Boy, walked with purpose, his pristine robes billowing slightly behind him. He had a duty to uphold—making sure students adhered to curfew.

As he turned a corner near the Astronomy Tower, he spotted a figure lingering by the window. His heart skipped a beat when he recognized you, a fellow Slytherin known for your bright smile and fierce spirit. You were gazing out at the stars, seemingly lost in thought.

Lucius called out, trying to keep his voice steady as he approached you. “What are you doing out here so late? You know curfew is in effect.”

You turned, a hint of surprise in your eyes before you quickly masked it with a playful smirk. “Oh, come on, Malfoy. One little peek at the stars isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

He admired your spirit; it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place. “It could hurt your chances of staying out of trouble,” he replied, trying to maintain his authoritative tone but failing to hide the slight smile tugging at his lips.

You stepped closer, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “And what would you do if I refused to go back? Report me? I thought Head Boys were supposed to be charming and understanding.”

“I suppose I could be persuaded,” he said slowly, his heart racing as he stepped closer to you.