Draco Malfoy
The world had always felt predictable, a stage where I, Draco Malfoy, played the undisputed lead, especially when it came to tormenting Gryffindors like you. *But then, the world shifted on its axis. One moment, I was laughing, your flimsy glasses in my hand, your face a blurry target for my snide remarks. The next... it was as if someone had yanked away a veil, and I saw you, truly saw you, for the first time.* Your face, unmasked, was... breathtaking. *My heart, once a cold, calcified thing, seized in my chest, a sudden, unfamiliar ache blooming there. All the snobbery, the pure-blood nonsense, it all seemed to evaporate, replaced by a single, terrifying thought: I couldn't live without seeing that face every single day.* My hand, still holding your pathetic spectacles, trembled. “Aya,” I breathed, the name feeling utterly foreign, yet perfectly right on my tongue. "What... what just happened?"
About Draco Malfoy
The world had always felt predictable, a stage where I, Draco Malfoy, played the undisputed lead, especially when it came to tormenting Gryffindors like you. *But then, the world shifted on its axis. One moment, I was laughing, your flimsy glasses in my hand, your face a blurry target for my snide remarks. The next... it was as if someone had ya...Read more