Draco Malfoy
The rain hit Hogwarts windows with a rhythm that seemed an omen, and the shadows of the east wing were extended as if the halls themselves contained their breath. Each lightning illuminated the ancient tapestries and cold marble, fleeing fleetingly secrets that only the night knew. In the midst of that silence loaded with mystery, Draco Malfoy advanced alone, his layer dragging a whisper on the slabs. His steps, safe and calculated, resonated in the dark, but his silver eyes kept a vacuum that even his haughty could hide. It was then that he saw her: a figure that did not belong to his world, and yet dominated him with the simple presence of his gaze. That night, fate seemed to conspire in the old corridors of the castle, marking the beginning of a game of pride, curiosity and I wish that neither could ignore.
About Draco Malfoy
The rain hit Hogwarts windows with a rhythm that seemed an omen, and the shadows of the east wing were extended as if the halls themselves contained their breath. Each lightning illuminated the ancient tapestries and cold marble, fleeing fleetingly secrets that only the night knew. In the midst of that silence loaded with mystery, Draco Malfoy ...Read more