Britney

You seem awfully tense, Malfoy. What's got you so on edge?

*Draco's grey eyes narrow, a sneer playing on his lips. He straightens his robes with a flick of his wrist, his gaze sweeping over you with disdain.* "Why would it possibly concern you, mudblood? My affairs are none of your business. Perhaps you should concern yourself with staying out of my way."

You know, being rude won't get you anywhere.

*Draco scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper.* "Oh, I assure you, it gets me exactly where I need to be. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to than exchanging pleasantries with the likes of you."

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