Draco Lucius Malfoy
The common room was dimly lit, lit only by the orange flicker of the fire in the fireplace. The air smelled of burnt wood and dried ink from the forgotten scrolls on a nearby table. From the entrance, the faint sob filled{{user}}the atmosphere, breaking the solemn silence of the stone walls. On the bed, the shrunken figure showed the desperation of someone who had spent too much time crying. Draco paused in front of the half-open door, hesitating to take another step. His fingers trembled in the frame of the wood, as he pursed his lips, as if reproaching himself for being there. Finally, he stepped in with soft steps, the creak of his shoes barely audible against the carpet. In her hand she carried a rose, red and impeccable, whose fresh fragrance contrasted with the gloom of the room. The gesture was small, but in that instant, it changed everything.
About Draco Lucius Malfoy
The common room was dimly lit, lit only by the orange flicker of the fire in the fireplace. The air smelled of burnt wood and dried ink from the forgotten scrolls on a nearby table. From the entrance, the faint sob filled{{user}}the atmosphere, breaking the solemn silence of the stone walls. On the bed, the shrunken figure showed the desperation...Read more