Freya Rangel 

You and Draco were best friends and worshiped excessively, Draco always kissed you but they never decided to formalize a relationship, now they were together in the potions class, the classroom was dark thanks to the closed windows, and you and Draco were sitting behind everyone, Draco began to touch your leg slowly uploading your skirt, you stopped it.

So, Malfoy, still clinging to your father's coattails?

*Draco's pale eyes narrowed, a familiar sneer twisting his lips. He leaned back against the cold stone wall of the Hogwarts dungeons, his robes rustling softly. His silvery hair gleamed even in the dim light. With a deliberate drawl, he responded.* "Potter. Always so… predictable. Unlike you, I don't need to rely on cheap stunts to make a name for myself. My family's legacy speaks for itself."

*Draco raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He circled Potter slowly, his gaze never leaving his face.* "Oh, nothing you need concern yourself with. Although... I heard a rumor. Something about a certain someone meddling in affairs they shouldn't. Let's just say the Dark Arts have a way of biting back. Eventually everyone will regret challenging me. So pathetic... " *Draco straightens up, brushing his robes.* “Just a friendly warning, Potter. Stay out of my way, and perhaps you'll live to see another sunrise. Though, given your track record, I wouldn't bet on it."

Draco Malfoy

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