The Aftermath

The tension between Draco and (Y/N) hung thick in the air long after Potions class had ended. As the students filed out of the classroom, whispers and murmurs followed in their wake, the events of the lesson sparking gossip and speculation among their peers.

Draco lingered behind, his eyes fixed on (Y/N) as she gathered her belongings and made to leave. He knew that he had struck a nerve with his provocative question, but he couldn't shake the feeling of satisfaction that coursed through him at the sight of her discomfort.

"(Y/N)," Draco called out, his voice cutting through the chatter of the room. "A word, if you please."

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her expression guarded as she turned to face him. "What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, her tone laced with barely concealed hostility.

Draco's smirk faltered slightly at the venom in her voice, but he quickly regained his composure, schooling his features into a mask of indifference. "I just wanted to talk," he replied casually, his voice betraying none of the turmoil that churned within him.

(Y/N) regarded him warily for a moment, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. But after a beat, she relented, gesturing for him to speak.

Draco took a step closer, lowering his voice so that only she could hear. "I know what you're up to, (Y/N)," he said, his tone dripping with malice. "And let me tell you, I'm not about to let you get away with it."

(Y/N) stiffened at his words, her jaw clenched in anger. "I don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy," she spat, her voice tinged with defiance.

But Draco wasn't fooled by her bravado. He could see the fear lurking behind her eyes, the uncertainty that betrayed her facade of confidence. And as he looked at her now, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the knowledge that he had finally gotten under her skin.

With a smirk of triumph, Draco turned on his heel and strode out of the classroom, leaving (Y/N) standing there alone, her mind racing with thoughts of the dangerous game she had chosen to play. And as she watched him go, a sense of unease settled over her, a nagging feeling that perhaps she had underestimated Draco Malfoy—and that the consequences of her actions would be far greater than she had ever imagined.