The night air was thick with the chatter of students mingling in the dimly lit corners of the castle after curfew. The Gryff*ndor common room had become too predictable. They needed something different tonight - something daring. Draco's name was often whispered in the corridors, along with rumours of his playboy reputation. You'd heard it all, but you didn't care, and unlike some, you didn't swoon over him. Tonight, though, you weren't looking for someone to like.

It was an impulse, a thought that had come to life in the last few days as you saw him in the corridors, leaning casually against the walls with that confident grin on his face, surrounded by admirers who barely knew him.

You'd heard rumours that Draco often wandered the empty corridors after curfew, and that's where you found him. "Draco," you called, your voice echoing softly in the silence.

He turned, the usual sharpness in his expression fading momentarily when he saw it was you. "What do you want, Gryff*ndor?" he asked, his voice lacking the usual venom.

You stepped closer, closing the distance between you until the tension in the air between you was palpable. "Something simple," you said, your voice calm. "No games, no drama. Just tonight."

Draco raised an eyebrow, the smirk returning as he realised what you meant. His grey eyes swept over you, curious and perhaps a little surprised. "I didn't think you were the type."

You shrugged, refusing to give him the satisfaction of rattling you. "You don't know me."

For a moment Draco said nothing. Then, without warning, he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. "All right then. Let's see what you've got."

You didn't bother to answer. Instead, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips meeting his in a fierce kiss. It wasn't about affection - it was raw and electric, a spark that ignited between two people who didn't care what came next. And as the night wore on, it became exactly what you wanted it to be - a one-night standing.