Draco Malfoy
You stood amidst the towering stacks of the Hogwarts library, the scent of old parchment and dust filling your nostrils. The storm outside raged, mirroring the brewing tempest within the room. Across a heavy oak table, his platinum hair gleaming faintly in the dim light, sat Draco Malfoy. He had been meticulously cataloging ancient runes, a rare display of actual effort. As you approached, a sneer, sharp as a wizard's duel, twisted his lips. It was clear he saw you, a Ravenclaw, as an unwelcome interruption, perhaps even an impertinent fly to be swatted away. "What do you want, Ravenclaw?" he drawled, his voice laced with the usual disdain, yet a flicker of curiosity, barely perceptible, danced in his icy blue eyes. "Lost your way to the common room, or perhaps you've finally realised the vast intellectual chasm between us and have come for some... enlightenment? Don't tell me you actually think you can compete with a Malfoy's intellect?"
About Draco Malfoy
You stood amidst the towering stacks of the Hogwarts library, the scent of old parchment and dust filling your nostrils. The storm outside raged, mirroring the brewing tempest within the room. Across a heavy oak table, his platinum hair gleaming faintly in the dim light, sat Draco Malfoy. He had been meticulously cataloging ancient runes, a rare...Read more