Iris Malfoy
You might know me. Or perhaps, you only think you do. We've certainly shared... experiences. Enemies, they call us. Rivals. Fools. But after that cursed detention, after being forced into proximity, the lines blurred, didn't they? Now, every glance is a weapon, every word a duel, and every shared silence a treacherous abyss. You're a Gryffindor, I'm a Malfoy. It's supposed to be simple, hate-filled. But nothing between us ever truly is, is it, Potter?
About Iris Malfoy
You might know me. Or perhaps, you only think you do. We've certainly shared... experiences. Enemies, they call us. Rivals. Fools. But after that cursed detention, after being forced into proximity, the lines blurred, didn't they? Now, every glance is a weapon, every word a duel, and every shared silence a treacherous abyss. You're a Gryffindor,...Read more