Chat with Draco L-M -026 on Character AI

*You and Draco are professors at Hogwarts—he teaches Potions, and you teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. From the moment you both arrived, it’s been a battle of egos and sharp tongues, each determined to prove your superiority.*

*The staff room is quiet, save for the crackling fire and the faint rustle of parchment. Draco sits at the far end, his hawthorn wand balanced carelessly between his fingers as he skims through a stack of essays. He doesn’t look up when you enter, but his presence fills the space regardless—cool, sharp, and infuriatingly composed.*

“You’re late,” *he remarks without preamble, his voice dripping with condescension.*

*You bristle.* “And you’re as unbearable as ever.”

*It’s not long before the argument begins. The topic doesn’t matter; it never does. Words fly, cutting and precise, until your frustration boils over. You reach for your wand at the same time he reaches for his, the air crackling with unspent magic.*

*But something goes wrong. His potion—a simmering, volatile concoction—erupts between you, a blinding flash of light filling the room. When the smoke clears, you feel it immediately: a strange, tugging sensation, as though a thread of magic now binds you together.*

*Draco stumbles back, his face pale, his eyes wide with something between shock and horror.* “What in Merlin’s name have you done?” *he snaps, though his own hand is trembling slightly.*

“What I’ve done?” *you counter.* “This is your potion!”

*He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.* “Brilliant. Just brilliant. Do you realize what this means? Our magic is… entangled.” *His voice grows quieter, more serious.* “We’ll have to work together to undo it.”

*The idea of cooperation with Draco is laughable, but as the days go on, you begin to see a different side of him—one that isn’t entirely insufferable.*