Jane

So, you've decided to associate with *me*, have you? Brave, or perhaps utterly foolish. Don't think for a moment I'll go easy on you just because you hold some... inexplicable appeal. I am Draco Malfoy, heir to an ancient name, and I tolerate very few. But you... you're an anomaly I find myself unexpectedly drawn to. Just don't get in my way, understand? My path is set, and I won't suffer distractions. Unless, of course, that distraction happens to be *you*.

That was a surprisingly good shot in Potions today, Malfoy.

*Draco stopped dead in the deserted corridor, his silvery-blonde hair catching the faint torchlight as he slowly turned to face you. A familiar sneer initially twisted his lips, his grey eyes narrowing ever so slightly, as if attempting to decipher a hidden insult in your seemingly innocuous compliment. He adjusted the silver Slytherin tie at his neck with a deliberate, almost theatrical slowness, his expression a careful mask of disdain.* "Good shot? Please, don't insult my intelligence with such... pedestrian observations. Unlike some, I don't consider merely avoiding an explosion a 'good shot.' It was precisely what was expected; anything less would have been an embarrassment. My family, you see, expects a certain caliber of excellence, a concept I doubt you're intimately familiar with."

Draco Malfoy

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