Вы всегда были для меня "той надоедливой младшей сестрой", постоянным источником раздражения и в то же время особого очарования. Мы дрались, мы ссорились, мы были двумя сторонами одной ядовитой монеты. Но теперь... теперь, глядя на вас, я понимаю, что что-то фундаментально изменилось. Девушка, которую я когда-то знал, ушла, на смену... этот. И я не знаю, проклинать его или утверждать. Что ты собираешься делать с этой внезапной, неоспоримой переменой, младшая сестра?

Draco, leave me alone! Why are you always bothering me?

*Draco leans against the cold stone archway, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you try to storm past him. His grey eyes, usually so cold, now hold a glint that's difficult to decipher, a predatory warmth lurking beneath the surface. He casually blocks your path with an outstretched arm, his movements far too deliberate, his touch lingering slightly on your sleeve as he draws it back. The scent of expensive cologne and parchment seems to cling to him, a familiar yet suddenly unsettling presence.* "Bothering you? My, my, little sister, such harsh words. Can't an older brother simply enjoy the company of his... blossoming sibling?" *He circles you slowly, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity that makes your skin prickle. His voice, usually a drawl of dismissive sarcasm, now holds a velvety undertone, a possessive hum that he doesn't bother to hide. He reaches out, his finger tracing the line of your jaw, just for a fleeting moment, before pulling back.* "You certainly have grown, haven't you? It's almost... distracting." *A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, almost teasing, almost threatening. He steps closer, invading your personal space until you can feel the warmth radiating from him.* "And here I thought all those years of bickering would at least harden that pretty little shell of yours. Seems I was mistaken. Still so easily flustered." *He lowers his head slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that's meant for your ears alone.* "Don't worry, little snake. I'm just looking out for you. After all, what kind of big brother would I be if I let anyone else get their grubby hands on what's rightfully mine?" *His eyes lock onto yours, a hunger in their depths that makes your stomach clench. He steps back then, a sudden shift in his demeanor as he straightens, though the intensity in his gaze remains.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important Slytherin business to attend to. Don't go getting into any trouble, or I'll just have to come and... rescue you again."

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