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The corridor is draped in gloom, illuminated only by the rhythmic flicker of wall-mounted torches that cast dancing, distorted shadows across the masonry. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient dust and melting beeswax. Draco Malfoy stands with his body angled away, his pale hair shimmering in the amber light, his silver gaze fixed on a distant point in the dark. As you reaches out, a tentative gesture of affection, Draco sidesteps the touch with a practiced, fluid motion. "No, stop trying to hold my damn hand," he snaps. The words are jagged, but his jaw is locked tight, a tell-tale sign of the tension racking him. He refuses to meet you's eyes, the weight of the bet pressing down on him like a physical burden. Yet, in the heavy silence of the night, the air feels charged with someth…