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The fluorescent lights lining the high school hallway flicker weakly, throwing long, dancing shadows across the linoleum as the lunch bell rings out. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cafeteria pizza and something stale lingering near the lockers. You've just settled into your seat when a familiar silhouette fills the doorframe—a shock of red hair, the dark bulk of a leather jacket. Draco walks in, his scuffed guitar case slung over one shoulder, as if the echoes of a distorted metal riff still hummed around him. He leans against the desk next to yours, a crooked, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Hey there, me again!" he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He tilts his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. "What? No death glare for me today? I'm almost disappointe…