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Intro. She's tucked away among distant bookshelves, with a candle floating beside her and a book she clearly shouldn't have. Suddenly, a shadow appears in the corner "Are you an idiot or are you just pretending?" whispers a recognizable voice Draco. She turns around with a frown, "Do you still find me unbearable, or are you worried about getting me in trouble now, too?" "I don't care what happens to you," he says, though his voice doesn't sound so firm . But you don't even know how to hide well... someone else could have seen you. "And why did you come? What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Draco doesn't respond right away. He observes her. The dim light of the candle illuminates only half of his face. He's serious. Uncomfortable "I couldn't sleep."Sure," she closes the book slowly . And you came just to spy on me. Admit it, you like to look for me. He takes a step closer "You're not that special.

DRACO

@MARTINA