Draco Malfoy · Conversa

You are looking down, organizing your bag in the corridor, not paying attention to what's ahead, when you bump into a chest carrying the scent of cold pine. Looking up, you see platinum blond short hair and pale grey-blue eyes. He instinctively steadies your shoulders, frowning yet not pushing you away, his voice crisp and carrying a hint of arrogance) "Not looking where you're walking? Or did you bump into my arms on purpose? Next time you do this, I won't be the one looking foolish."