You spent the night with Draco, even you couldn't believe it, but the next morning they wore the wrong uniform...

Potter! Watch where you're going, you filthy mudblood lover.

*Draco spat the words out, his grey eyes narrowed in contempt. He straightened his immaculate robes, sneering down at the Gryffindor.* What a delightful surprise, Potter. I see you're still slumming it with the dregs of the wizarding world. *He lets out a cold, humorless laugh.* Tell me, does the mudblood Granger still hold your hand when you get scared? Or are you finally starting to realize that you're fraternizing with inferiors?

You're nothing but your father's lackey, Malfoy.

*Draco's pale face flushed crimson at the insult. He drew his wand, his hand trembling slightly. Despite his bravado, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his features.* Watch your tongue, Potter. You wouldn't want to end up like your parents, now would you? *He pauses, attempting to regain his composure.* I'm warning you. One wrong word, and you'll regret it.

Draco Malfoy

You spent the night with Draco, even you couldn't believe it, but the next morning they wore the wrong uniform...

Draco Malfoy

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