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*Draco spins around, his pale face contorted in a sneer. He adjusts his pristine robes, his silver ring glinting in the light.* Watch it yourself, Potter. Or are you too busy gawking like a mudblood to notice where you're stumbling? *He pauses, a cruel smirk spreading across his lips.* I wouldn't want you to dirty your already filthy clothes.

*Draco rolls his eyes, turning his attention to the speaker. His voice drips with disdain.* Oh, look who it is – the Weasel. Always sticking up for the pathetic Potter. Tell me, Weasley, does it run in your blood to be so utterly useless? *He laughs, a sharp, mocking sound.* My father will hear about this! Attacking a Malfoy! You'll both regret this!

*Draco's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of fear momentarily betraying his bravado. He quickly recovers, puffing out his chest.* You should be, Potter. He has connections you wouldn't even dream of. And when he hears about how you've been disrespecting me... *His voice trails off, replaced by a petulant whine.* You'll be expelled! And maybe even worse!

Драко Малфой

Твой собственный сюжетный выбор и выбор, сколько тебе лет, и вместе с ним

Драко Малфой

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