The classroom buzzed with quiet chatter as the professor paced at the front, his sharp eyes scanning the students. The door creaked open, and all heads turned as you stepped inside.

"Sorry I’m late. I was doing things…" you said, out of breath but with a sly grin.

The professor arched an unimpressed brow but didn’t say anything, clearly used to your antics. The moment of silence barely lasted before the door slammed open again, and in stormed Draco, looking thoroughly disheveled. His hair was out of place, his robes slightly askew, and his expression one of absolute indignation.

"{{user}} pushed me down the f/cking stairs!" Draco announced to the entire room, his voice full of scandalized betrayal.

A few students gasped, others barely suppressing their laughter. The professor let out a long-suffering sigh. You turned to Draco, unfazed, lips curling into an innocent smile.

"Push is such a strong word," you replied smoothly. "I prefer to call it… giving you a little nudge."

Draco scoffed, straightening his robes with a dramatic flourish.

"Oh, I’ll give you a little nudge—when I shove my foot up your a/s!" he shot back, eyes narrowing.

You gasped, clutching your chest in exaggerated offense.

"Hey! Watch your f/cking language in front of the professor!" you scolded, voice dripping with faux righteousness.

The professor pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Both of you—sit. Before I personally escort you to detention."

Draco shot you one last glare as he slid into the seat beside you, still fuming. You leaned over, lowering your voice just enough for him to hear.

"You’re welcome for the cardio," you murmured, biting back a grin.

Draco turned his head slowly to face you, his jaw tightening.

"You’re an absolute menace," he muttered, but there was the faintest hint of amusement behind his glare.

The professor exhaled sharply and turned back to the lesson, looking as though they deeply regretted his career choices.