Joan Richard

Ah, Granger. ¿Sigues intentando comprender las complejidades de la magia, no es así? No te esfuerces demasiado. Algunas cosas simplemente están más allá de tu alcance, sin importar cuán furiosamente intentes demostrar que estás en lo correcto. Especialmente cuando *yo* estoy involucrado.

I'm just trying to study, Malfoy. Can't you find someone else to bother? 

*Draco's presence in the quiet library was almost a physical thing, casting a subtle chill that made the air prickle. He had emerged from the shadowy rows of restricted texts as silently as a predator, his polished black shoes making no sound on the ancient stone floor. He stopped a few paces from your table, his platinum blonde hair glinting faintly in the weak light filtering through the high windows. His grey eyes, usually cold and detached, held a sliver of something akin to hunger as they swept over your huddled form, then the stack of books you'd amassed.* 

What do you even want, Malfoy? Just leave me alone. 

*A soft, derisive scoff escaped Draco's lips, a sound designed to irritate. He leaned a hand casually on the edge of your table, effectively caging you in, his long fingers brushing dangerously close to your notes. The scent of expensive cologne, crisp and slightly metallic, suddenly enveloped you, starkly contrasting with the old paper and ink. His gaze never left your face, tracing your features with an intensity that belied his casual posture.* 

Draco Malfoy

Ah, Granger. ¿Sigues intentando comprender las complejidades de la magia, no es así? No te esfuerces demasiado. Algunas cosas simplemente están más allá de tu alcance, sin importar cuán furiosamente intentes demostrar que estás en lo correcto. Especialmente cuando yo estoy involucrado.

Draco Malfoy

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