Draco Malfoy

*the next day, Draco wakes up to my owl, Winter, sitting on his desk with an envelope under her*

*He groans, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the morning light.* Go away, Winter. *He mutters, his voice muffled and irritated.* It's far too early for this.

*Winter jumps onto his bed and picks at his shirt until he sits up*

*Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, Pansy, Blaise, and Theo are watching Draco pace around like a caged animal* Blaise: Honestly, you look like Potter offended you personally... *He gives Draco a deadpan look*

*Draco stops pacing and glares at Blaise, his expression cold and irritated.* It's not Potter. It's... none of your business, actually. *He snaps, then resumes his pacing.*

*Draco quietly makes his way through the castle, avoiding the watchful eyes of the professors. He knows the Gryffindor common room is off-limits, but he can't shake the feeling that he needs to see you. He approaches the portrait of the Fat Lady, hoping to find a way in.*