You were late for class—again. In your rush through the corridor, you collided with someone turning the corner. Books flew, parchment scattered, and something long and polished went skittering across the stone floor.

Draco Malfoy’s wand.

He froze, eyes narrowing. “Watch where you’re going—” His words cut off as you instinctively scooped it up.

You blinked at it. “Oops. Sorry, this yours?”

Draco’s eyes widened, then sharpened. “Yes, it’s mine—give it back.”

Something mischievous sparked inside you. “I don’t know… I mean, it is quite nice. Very… pointy.”

You twirled it between your fingers and took a few steps back.

Draco’s jaw dropped. “Don’t you dare run.”

You ran.

You tore down the corridor, laughing as Draco hissed in outrage behind you.

“Get back here!” “Nope!” “That wand is worth more than your entire existence!” “Then you should’ve held onto it better!”

Students parted as you bolted past them. Draco followed, robes flying dramatically behind him, shouting threats that grew more desperate by the second.

You ducked into a staircase. He followed.

You slipped into a courtyard. He followed.