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Locked in with You

It was supposed to be a simple evening-just another eighth year evening at Hogwarts. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. That was, until Harry Potter found himself locked in an old, unused classroom on the fifth floor. And, of course, it just had to be with Draco Malfoy.

Harry had been heading back to the common room after a late-night study session when Draco had stopped him in the hallway. There was something unusual in Draco's demeanor-nervous, maybe? But Harry hadn't thought much of it. He hadn't planned to get into a conversation with Draco at all, actually.

"Potter," Draco had said, "I need to talk to you."

Before Harry could even ask what it was about, Draco had led him down the corridor, through the darkened halls of the castle, and into a dusty old classroom that Harry barely remembered from their early years at Hogwarts. The room had clearly been unused for years; cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and the desks were all pushed to one side in a haphazard fashion.

It wasn't until the door clicked shut behind them that Harry realized something was off.

"Draco," Harry said, frowning as he turned to face him, "what are we doing in here?"

Draco leaned against one of the old desks, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to look nonchalant, though Harry could see the way his fingers drummed nervously against his sleeve. "Just wanted to have a word in private," Draco muttered.

Harry blinked. "You couldn't have done that in the corridor?"

Draco's eyes flicked to the door, and he shifted uncomfortably. "I thought it'd be better if we weren't interrupted."

Harry raised an eyebrow, suspicion creeping in. Something wasn't right. "Alright," he said slowly, leaning back against the doorframe. "So, what's so important?"

Draco hesitated, his mouth opening and closing several times as though trying to find the right words. He looked almost... nervous. Draco Malfoy, nervous. That was new.

Harry waited, but when Draco didn't say anything, he sighed and turned to open the door-only to find that it wouldn't budge. He jiggled the handle a few times, frowning. "Malfoy, the door's stuck."

Draco straightened up, feigning surprise. "Really? Huh."

Harry gave the door another tug, but it didn't move. "Great," he muttered, turning back to Draco. "We're locked in."

Draco shrugged, though there was a glint of something in his eyes that Harry couldn't quite place. "Seems that way."

"You didn't happen to lock us in here, did you?" Harry asked, half-joking but also half-serious.

Draco's expression didn't change, but the way he avoided Harry's gaze was all the confirmation Harry needed.

"You did lock us in here," Harry said, staring at Draco in disbelief. "Why would you do that?"

Draco cleared his throat, suddenly looking incredibly uncomfortable. "I didn't... mean to," he muttered, though Harry could tell it was a lie.

Harry crossed his arms, leaning back against the door. "Right. So, you just accidentally locked us in an old classroom."

Draco huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Okay, fine, I might have... closed the door with the intention of it locking, but it wasn't-ugh, this is ridiculous."

Harry stared at him, waiting for an explanation. "Why?"

Draco's face flushed slightly, and he turned away, pacing back and forth in front of the desks. "Because I needed to talk to you without distractions."