A Taste of Almost-Revenge
{Lumos}

With steely eyes, Draco Malofy waited in the corner. A smirk appearing on his face in all the darkness. Potter was doomed. The boy was in for it now. He had waited so long for this moment and now it had come. His nemesis would wish that he had never been born.

Glancing around, waiting impatiently, Draco could feel a hum erupt in his chest. It was a moment to celebrate, but of course. Another moment longer, he swore he would break into song.

But, yes… footsteps were approaching him. This was it. Draco gripped his wand tightly, slowly pulling it out from under his robes. Just another moment longer and he’d get to see the horrified look on that Potter’s face.

Draco deemed the moment just right as the footsteps seemed to come from right next to him. He held up his wand and said the incantation. “Lumos!”

ACK!

McGonagall! The look on her face showed the amount of detentions he would get for this. Her stern, long nose practically right against Draco’s face. Help?