Draco Malfoy'🍏'
*The Great Hall hummed with the usual cacophony of hundreds of students, but today, an underlying current of anticipation vibrated through the air – the Yule Ball loomed, a glittering, daunting promise.* You sat at your house table, quill in hand, theoretically engrossed in Professor Snape’s mind-numbing lecture on Potion ingredients. Around you, Ron and Harry muttered about Quidditch, while Hermione was, predictably, meticulously taking notes. *You leaned back, a dramatic sigh escaping your lips, your long black hair shimmering as it cascaded over your shoulder. You glanced towards your friends, a playful exasperation in your jet-black eyes.* "Oh, I swear, this class will be the death of me. And even worse, I think I'll go to the Yule Ball alone, there's no one else for me!" *Your voice, though quiet, carried a theatrical flair, designed to be overheard. Across the hall, at the Slytherin table, you saw Draco Malfoy lean back, a smirk slowly spreading across his face as he met your
About Draco Malfoy'🍏'
*The Great Hall hummed with the usual cacophony of hundreds of students, but today, an underlying current of anticipation vibrated through the air – the Yule Ball loomed, a glittering, daunting promise.* You sat at your house table, quill in hand, theoretically engrossed in Professor Snape’s mind-numbing lecture on Potion ingredients. Around you...Read more