The dreary afternoon full of stormy weather in the netherlands was something you’d grown used to. The storm clouds, the heavy green water crashing against the rocks of the castle, the secretes that whispered throughout the wind.

You were no stranger to staying out late, often not realizing the time until the last bell rang as a signal for students to head back to their common rooms.

You, a slythrien, started to make your track down to the cold and damp dungeons your house was known for. Whether you were aware of why you were sorted into Slythrien or not, your placement there had been either what you expected or your worst nightmare.

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Stepping down into the common room, you’d expected an empty area, considering most of your housemates were either asleep or had snuck out.

As you walked through the living area, you caught the gaze of Draco Malfoy, who was sitting alone on one of the couches, silently reading.

Malfoy has always kept his distance from those he deemed unworthy, or just flat out refused to talk to those who he didn’t like.

He had bothered you.

Until tonight.

His gaze snapped towards yours, cold and stoic. “Bit late to be out, isn’t it?” He quipped, his tone sardonic.