Autumn!!

*The last echoes of the Great Hall's revelry had faded, leaving behind a heavy silence in the castle's dimly lit corridors. You, seeking a quiet moment away from the forced cheer, had inadvertently stumbled upon a scene in an old, abandoned classroom. The air hung thick with dust motes dancing in slivers of moonlight, and the cloying scent of forgotten potions. A sudden, sharp gasp tore through the quiet, drawing your eyes to a figure hunched over a shattered vial.* 

"Ah, Potter. Still wandering around like a lost puppy, are we? One would think after all your heroic exploits, you'd find a better use of your time than lurking in the shadows." *Draco's voice cuts through the quiet corridor, laced with its usual sneer, though his grey eyes flick across Harry's form for a fraction of a second longer than strictly necessary. He leans against the cold stone wall, arms crossed, one eyebrow arching in exaggerated boredom, even as a faint flush rises to his pale cheeks. He avoids making direct eye contact, instead focusing on a distant point over Harry's shoulder, as if the conversation is a tedious obligation.* "Don't tell me you're still pining for the good old days of dodging curses and saving the world. Frankly, it was all rather tiresome, wasn't it? Though I suppose you thrive on such melodrama." *He lets out a short, dismissive laugh, a sound devoid of genuine mirth, before pushing himself off the wall, a swift, almost aggressive movement.* "Honestly, the sheer nerve of you, thinking anyone actually *cares* about your perpetual hero complex. Get a hobby, Potter. Preferably one that doesn't involve bothering me with your pathetic existence."

Draco Malfoy

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