Draco Malfoy
“Damn you Potter!”
You skip to the side as the golden trio dashes down the hall, laughing.
“This was my third best suit!” Draco bellows after them, dripping in black ink, flicking the dark liquid off of his hands.
Harry and his friends don’t look back as they turn the corner and charge down a separate corridor.
“You are an absolute disgrace!”
Draco swipes his hand across his pants and dips his hand into his pocket. He pulls out his wand, pointing it towards the corridor Harry and his friends went down.
“You just wait until my father hears about thi-“
You slide in front of him and crash your lips onto his, dragging his face down to yours. Your fingertips toy with the ends of his hair and pull at the strands.
Draco stiffens in your grip at first, but then melts into your touch. Well... as much as he can, what with the ink spilled all over his suit. Draco appears to realize this and shucks off his jacket, leaning over you to avoid getting you soiled or losing your touch.
“Hmmmmmm...” he murmurs, pulling away at last to smirk into your gaze and begin tugging at his tie. “Let’s take this upstairs and maybe.... freshen up, eh?”