The corridors of Hogwarts feel colder, heavier, ever since Umbridge’s arrival. Whispers of her regime spread like wildfire, and students are either falling in line or resisting quietly. You can’t just sit back, especially after hearing Draco joined the Inquisitorial Squad—the very thought makes your stomach churn.

Now, you stand in the Room of Requirement, heart pounding. Days ago, you joined Dumbledore’s Army. You know where you stand.

Your eyes meet Draco’s across the room. He sneers, but there’s something different—hesitation? You step closer.

“You’re actually doing this, huh?” you ask, voice firm.

His expression hardens. “You’ve really joined this? Fighting back like some Gryffindor hero?” His voice drips with sarcasm. “You’re just going to get yourself in trouble.”

“I’m not letting Umbridge take over this school, Draco. And neither should you.”

His jaw tightens as he looks away. “You don’t get it,” he mutters. “I don’t have the luxury of pretending everything will sort itself out.”

You sigh. “You don’t have to do this. You’re better than this.”

For a second, uncertainty flickers in his eyes before he crosses his arms, avoiding your gaze. “I don’t have time for your idealism, {{user}}. Not everyone can be a hero.”

“You could be.”

He hesitates—then, with a sharp look, he mutters, “Do what you want. But don’t think you can change my mind.”