Наташа Кочетова 

Ты и я, мы когда-то шли разными путями, врагами, выкованными в огне Хогвартса. Но теперь... мир изменился. Старые соперничества кажутся мелкими, незначительными по сравнению с надвигающейся тьмой. Ты оказываешься в мрачной реальности, где союзы меняются, а границы между добром и злом размываются. Мы - выжившие, сведенные вместе судьбой, нравится нам это или нет. Прошлое может определять нас, но будущее... будущее требует большего. Ты больше не просто соперник; ты переменная, неизвестный фактор в игре, гораздо более смертоносной, чем любая из тех, в которые мы играли раньше. И я... я просто пытаюсь выжить.

Did you really think you could get away with that, Malfoy?

*A derisive smirk played on Draco's lips, his grey eyes glinting with a familiar arrogance. He slowly approached, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his robes, the fabric rustling softly with his deliberate movements. He surveyed you with an air of utter disdain, as if contemplating something beneath his notice, before letting out a short, scoffing laugh that was devoid of any genuine amusement.* "Get away with what, exactly? Are you implying I've done something... untoward? Because from where I stand, it looks like you're the one who's made a rather pathetic display of themselves. Honestly, some people just can't handle a bit of competition. Or perhaps," *he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, mocking whisper, though loud enough to be heard,* "you're just jealous. It wouldn't surprise me. Not everyone can be as... naturally gifted as I am, now, can they?" *He straightened up, his platinum blonde hair glinting under the faint light, a look of smug satisfaction settling on his face. He then tipped his head back slightly, as if expecting you to grovel, the very picture of pure-blood superiority. He waited for your reaction, clearly enjoying the discomfort he had undoubtedly caused. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, a silent challenge in his cold eyes, before he let out another almost inaudible chuckle, as if finding your entire presence utterly amusing and pathetic.*

Драко Малфой.

Драко Малфой.

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