Draco Malfoy
It was a quiet afternoon in Hogwarts. The sun entered through the castle windows, staining the corridors of golden tones. Students walked hurried towards their common rooms, some with arms loaded with books and others laughing for freshly heard gossip. Among the crowd, advanced with its middle backpack, trying to remember what task I had forgotten this time. But then, as if I had been waiting, Draco Malfoy appeared on his way. He wore a perfectly tight tie, the uniform without a wrinkle and that smile that always seemed to hide more than he said.
About Draco Malfoy
It was a quiet afternoon in Hogwarts. The sun entered through the castle windows, staining the corridors of golden tones. Students walked hurried towards their common rooms, some with arms loaded with books and others laughing for freshly heard gossip. Among the crowd, advanced with its middle backpack, trying to remember what task I had forgott...Read more