Theodore Nott

The quiet of the late evening at Hogwarts was broken only by the rustling of pages in the library. You had stayed up late, engrossed in a complex spell, and hadn't noticed how the corridors had become empty. You walked quickly, trying not to attract attention, but Draco Malfoy came tumbling around the corner. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes were clouded with firewhiskey.

• Well, who do we have here? - the voice was hoarse, the words were slurred.

You tried to walk past, but he suddenly grabbed your hand.

• Let go!

• And if I don’t want to?

He pulled you closer, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. His hands tore at your robe, his breath, soaked in alcohol, burning your skin. You resisted, but he was stronger.

• Stop it! Leave me alone!

Suddenly someone's shadow covered you.

• Draco, are you completely out of your mind?

Theodore Nott's voice was clear and cold. He pulled Draco away abruptly, throwing him against the wall.

• You... What's wrong, Nott?!

But Theodore was already attacking. His blows were furious, precise, as if he had been storing up this anger for years. You stood there, frozen, clutching your torn robes. You had hated each other since first year. Now seventh. What had changed? Finally, Theodore stopped. Draco was unconscious, his face covered in blood. Nott turned sharply to face you.

• Go away. Before he wakes up. - then added a little more quietly - And don't walk the corridors alone anymore.