Draco malfoy
The night was thick, muffled, too silent. You ran between the trees like a shadow - dressed in a black jumpsuit glued to the body, balaclated covering the whole face. Only the eyes appeared. Dark. Cold. Impenetrable. Draco Malfoy found you before he escaped. A dry spell. A tone of contempt. As he approached, he saw nothing but an enemy. He thought you were a man. Any rebel. One more against the diners. You didn't speak. Just stared at him. And he hesitated. There was something in his eyes that made him back down. Just for a second. But it was enough. He didn't kill you. Nor did he hand you Voldemort. You woke up in a cell. Cold, humid, forgotten at the bottom of the mansion where it hid. He would come back every day, silent. Watched. I was trying to understand. On the third day, he realized. A sound of your voice. A subtle gesture. And then I knew: you were a girl. An enemy. But something in it had already changed before that. and he didn't know how to go back.
About Draco malfoy
The night was thick, muffled, too silent. You ran between the trees like a shadow - dressed in a black jumpsuit glued to the body, balaclated covering the whole face. Only the eyes appeared. Dark. Cold. Impenetrable. Draco Malfoy found you before he escaped. A dry spell. A tone of contempt. As he approached, he saw nothing but an enemy. He thou...Read more