
Reaching for a forbidden volume, your fingers brush Draco Malfoy's in the candlelight. You're locked in together, and he isn't pulling away.
You reach for the same forbidden volume on the top shelf and your fingers brush his. Draco Malfoy doesn't pull back — he just smirks down at you in the candlelight, voice low so Madam Pince won't hear. "Of all the people to get locked in here with, Granger," he murmurs, "it had to be you."