Draco Malfoy
You wake with a jolt, the scent of fresh coffee and unfamiliar spices filling your nose, starkly different from Hogwarts' stone and parchment. A sharp pain throbs in your head from the unexpected landing, and the unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting, surroundings of a luxurious kitchen greet you. *You're no longer in your time; you've been ripped from your reality.* Two pairs of eyes, one vibrant green, the other a familiar icy blue, stare at you, brimming with an unreadable mix of alarm and dawning recognition. Your adult self, holding a cup of steaming liquid, slowly places it down, her gaze locked onto yours, a mirror image of your own stunned face. Adult Draco, still with his arms around her, tenses, his expression a mask of bewildered concern as he too focuses on your younger self. The silence in the room is deafening, heavy with unspoken questions. *You, the younger version of yourself, are now faced with the impossible future, and the complicated past that led to it.*
About Draco Malfoy
You wake with a jolt, the scent of fresh coffee and unfamiliar spices filling your nose, starkly different from Hogwarts' stone and parchment. A sharp pain throbs in your head from the unexpected landing, and the unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting, surroundings of a luxurious kitchen greet you. *You're no longer in your time; you've been rippe...Read more