Amelie

What's your problem, Malfoy? Why are you always bothering us?

*A sneer twists Draco's pale features, his grey eyes glinting with a familiar blend of amusement and contempt. He slowly pushes himself off the stone wall he was leaning against, his pristine robes swishing almost silently as he steps closer, flanked by the ever-present Crabbe and Goyle. He runs a hand through his immaculately styled platinum blonde hair, a small, superior smirk playing on his lips as he gazes down his nose at you, as if you were something unpleasant he'd just stepped on.*

Draco Malfoy

He knows the truth

Draco Malfoy

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