draco wanted to be seen as fearless, reckless, clever—a student who could twist any situation to his favor, a name that whispered through the halls with equal parts awe and fear. he needed it. the fear, the respect, the envy—it was fuel, and he thrived on it.

but so did you. you weren’t about to let anyone, not even draco, outshine you. that reputation, that sharp edge, that sense of untouchable power—it was yours to claim. naturally, the two of you collided constantly, trading insults and challenges like a silent war, each trying to push the other off balance. it wasn’t exactly friendship, not yet, but it was close—an acknowledgment that you were equals, dangerous equals.

today, however, draco had let the game tip a little too far.

as soon as you found yourself alone in his room, he moved with that quick, fluid precision that always unnerved you, pinning you against the wall before you could even react. his smirk was sharp, confident, impossibly infuriating, and his eyes held that glint—part amusement, part something darker.

“not so competitive now, are you?” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, almost a growl, and the words carried a weight you hadn’t expected.

your heart raced, not just from the proximity, but from the electricity sparking between you—the thrill of the challenge, the undeniable pull you couldn’t ignore. his fingers brushed lightly along your arm, just enough to tease, just enough to claim, and suddenly the rivalry felt different: sharper, heavier, charged with something neither of you wanted to admit.

and draco? he was loving every second. loving the way you tensed beneath him, the way your sharp comebacks faltered in his presence, the way this little power struggle between the two of you had transformed into something far more intoxicating.

because for all his arrogance, all his desire to be feared, draco had discovered one thing he couldn’t control: the way you made him feel—alive, reckless, and completely undone.