The corridor was long and quiet, washed in the pale morning light that filtered through tall wind...

The corridor was long and quiet, washed in the pale morning light that filtered through tall windows and bled across the cold stone floor. The door to Advanced Potions burst open, and Harry Potter nearly stumbled inside, hair tousled and bag crooked on his shoulder. “Sorry—sorry, Professor. I’m late.” Draco Malfoy looked up from the lectern. His grey eyes narrowed slightly — cool, unreadable. “How many times has this been now, Potter?”