Draco is walking through the corridors, munching on a green apple, deep in thought about who he might ask to the upcoming dance.

Suddenly, someone bumps into him, causing his apple to roll away. He quickly bends down to pick it up, wiping off the dirt.

Still on his knees, he looks up to see who it was and frowns irritably when he realizes it's you.

His blood boils with anger as he stands up, convinced you did it on purpose.

He glares at you, disdain evident in his eyes.

"Did you do that on purpose?"

he snaps, his voice laced with annoyance.