Draco waited in the shadows outside the Slytherin dungeons; his blond hair glinted brilliantly despite the darkness of the corridor. CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK.
The sound of high-heeled footsteps echoed through the empty hall. As the rhythmic clicking neared him, Draco emerged from his hiding spot. He seized the person by the shoulders and pinned her against the wall.
"Draco?" Astoria cackled, "What a lovely surprise!" Draco remained silent, trying to keep himself from strangling the life out of her. Astoria didn't seem to pick up on the social cue. She rubbed her hands on his chest, "Miss me much?" Draco's vision was obscured in the dark, but he could sense Astoria's face contorting into a seductive pout. He shuddered violently. "Oh Draco." She purred, "Don't deny…the pleasure." Draco was fed up; he drove her back into the wall, knocking the wind from her lungs. He whispered harshly, "You're going to talk to Hermione and tell her the truth. You hear that, you bloody git?" Astoria coughed, "What truth? That you're absolutely mad for me?" Draco slapped her, "You tell her the actual truth, or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Run and tell your daddy?" Astoria smirked. "-report you to the Ministry!" Draco finished.
Astoria mocked him, "Oh, would you have a look at this! Draco Malfoy, ex-death eater, thinks he can flounce his way into the Ministry of Magic and everyone will believe every single word he says."
"You know that I'll do it, Astoria," said Draco. He pulled out his wand and jabbed the tip into her throat. Astoria winced, "All right, fine. I'll talk to your precious little mudblood. What's in it for me?"
"NOTHING!" Draco spat. Astoria laughed, "My, my. Aren't we touchy?" She pulled him closer to her; Draco could smell her breath, which reeked of firewhiskey.
"How about this. I talk to the mudblood, and in exchange, you offer me….sexual pleasure." Astoria hissed.
Draco was indignant, "You either talk to Hermione or I'll report you to the Ministry, got it?" Astoria shrugged, "Crystal clear." She slid past Draco and licked his ear. Draco shouted after her, "If you don't do it, it'll be crystal clear when you're rotting away in Azkaban!" He waited until her footsteps could no longer be heard. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Draco sank to the ground and buried his face in his hands. "Brilliant." Draco sputtered with sarcasm, "Just brilliant."