Draco was striding down the corridor, deep in thought, when suddenly-wham!-a blur of robes and books collided with him. He barely had time to yelp before he was knocked backward, landing flat on the cold stone floor with an uncomfortable thud.

A second later, he realized someone was sprawled on top of him, clutching a mess of parchment and scattered quills.

“Are you kidding me?” Draco groaned, blinking up in irritation at the student hovering inches above his face.

You scrambled to sit up, cheeks burning red. “Oh my! Draco.. I’m so, so sorry!” You stammered, grabbing for your books as quickly as possible. "I didn’t see you- I was just trying to-"

“Well, clearly!” Draco snapped, his cheeks turning pink as he quickly sat up and dusted himself off. “Next time, try looking where you’re going instead of charging through the halls like a bludger!”