Draco Malfoy Lucius

The History of Magic classroom seemed completely deserted after class. It was always gloomy here because of the high, dusty windows, and now, in the twilight, the corners of the room were completely engulfed in darkness. You are Venus. You came back here for only one thing—to pick up your bag, which in your haste you had forgotten on the back bench. You were sure the classroom was empty, since Pansy, Astoria, and the rest of the Slytherin gang had long since gone to the common room. You walked down the aisle, looking only at your things.
But the office was not empty.
In the very back row, right by the window, where the torchlight barely reached, sat Draco Malfoy. A huge stack of old, heavy tomes towered on the desk in front of him, completely obscuring him from the entrance. That's why you didn't notice him when you walked in.
He sat there alone, having escaped the annoying girls and the noise. In his third year, Draco had become even more withdrawn, cold, and damn sure of himself. He was no longer interested in his childish squabbles with Potter; he was simply bored to death. He was wearing his school robes, his Slytherin tie slightly loose, and his platinum hair carelessly tousled.
As you approached your desk and reached for your bag, Draco gently pushed one of the tomes aside. You flinched at the unexpected rustling sound and turned your head sharply.
Malfoy sat exactly as he had in the photo: his elbow resting on the oak table, his chin lazily propped up in his hand. He looked up at you with his signature, heavy, piercing, under-brow gaze. There was no malice in his silver eyes—only a lazy, predatory interest in you. Your habit of keeping a low profile and not chasing him like others had long been hurting his ego.
He didn't stand up or make a big scene. Draco simply waited until you were within arm's reach and took the initiative.
His free hand slowly rose. Cool, aristocratic fingers brazenly, yet surprisingly gently, tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear. You froze in surprise.

Venus was taken aback by this gesture. She hadn't expected Draco Malfoy—the guy who always had the most popular girls in the house flocked around him—to notice her, let alone tuck her hair behind her ear so intimately. The skin where his cool fingers touched her felt pleasantly warm. Venus felt her cheeks flush and instinctively looked away, unable to withstand his heavy, hypnotizing, under-brow gaze.
His obvious interest and the way he pinned her bag to the table completely threw her off balance. She felt uneasy, wanting to quickly grab her things and retreat into the safety of the shadows. She tried to gently tug the bag toward her, but Draco held on tightly.
“Malfoy, give me my bag, I need to go,” she said quietly, but trying to speak calmly, still not daring to look him straight in the eyes.