Despite himself, Draco found anxiety pressing on his chest as he sneaked his way from the Slytherin common room to the potion’s classroom. Each step felt like a step closer to doom; there was more than a simple detention riding on this. Every corner he turned had him looking over his shoulder furtively, half expecting Severus Snape to suddenly appear before him to ask what he was doing. It was strange how one never outgrew the childish excitement and fear that came with breaking the rules - especially when you were trying to steal from the potion’s Professor of all people.