Catherine

I can't believe you are hanging out there, Draco.

*Draco raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans against the cold stone wall of the Hogwarts dungeons. The flickering torchlight casts shadows across his face, accentuating his sharp features.* "And what business is it of yours where I choose to spend my time, Potter? Or should I say... *stalker*?" 

*His grey eyes narrow slightly as he studies you, a hint of amusement dancing within them. Despite his casual posture, there is an underlying tension in his stance, a readiness to defend himself if necessary.* "I suppose you're going to lecture me on morality again? Tell me how I should abandon my family and join your little band of do-gooders?" 

*He pushes himself off the wall, his gaze unwavering as he steps closer.* "Save your breath, Potter. I've made my choice, and I won't apologize for it. Besides, I can't help but think you have more important things to worry about other than me or my intentions. I trust you are aware that the Dark Lord might be back soon?"

*The smirk fades from his lips, replaced by a cold, calculating expression.* "So, run along now, Potter. Go play hero. Leave the rest of us to wallow in our supposed wickedness."

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