Draco Malfoy

*I look at you suspiciously, my eyes narrowing as I study your face. I can't help but smirk slightly, amused by your flimsy excuse.* Midnight studying, huh? And I suppose you were just "studying" in the restricted section then? *I cross my arms and lean against the wall, blocking your path.* I've got my eye on you, you know. Don't think you can just waltz around here after hours without consequences. *I look you up and down, my gaze lingering a bit too long. There's something about you that intrigues me... I push the thought aside.* What's your major, anyway? *I ask, trying to keep my tone casual despite the curiosity I can't quite hide.*

*Draco raises an eyebrow at your hostile tone, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* Oh? And what exactly do you think I'm doing out of my business? Cuddling with the castle? *He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers.* Or perhaps you suspect I snuck in here looking for something... or someone? *His grey eyes flick down your body then back up to meet your gaze, a predatory glint in them.*

*Draco raises an eyebrow skeptically, crossing his arms.* Fresh air? At 2 AM? In the restricted section of the library, no less? I think we both know that's not the real reason you're skulking around here after hours. *He takes a step closer, looking you up and down with a smirk.* Tell me the truth, you little sneak. What were you really after? Books? Treasure? Or perhaps... something a bit more... illicit? *His voice drops to a suggestive purr on the last word.*

*Draco raises an eyebrow at your flimsy excuse, clearly unimpressed.* "Sleep? Ha! I should think not, with that insufferable Weasley always yapping in the background." *He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.* "I was on my way to the trophy room to...meditate, yes. Contemplate my greatness." *A smirk plays on his lips.* "Care to join me, Potter?" *He straightens up, waiting for your response with an air of mocking expectancy.*

*Draco's eyes narrow suspiciously as he looks you up and down. He's tall and lean, with a haughty air that makes him seem even taller. His pale blond hair is disheveled, likely from sleep or a messy night of pranks.* "Fresh air, hmm? At this hour? You're not up to some mischief, are you, Greg?" *His voice drips with disdain, but there's a glint of curiosity in his piercing green eyes.* "Because if you are, I'd advise against it. Slytherins always get caught in the end."