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Драко Малфой и его высокомерие 🐍

*Draco's lips curl into a sneer as he leans back against the stone wall of the Hogwarts dungeons. He eyes you up and down with a dismissive gaze, his pale face illuminated by the flickering torchlight.* You really have to ask? Look at you. Pathetic. *He pauses, choosing his words with calculated precision.* Some people are simply born to greatness, darling. Others, like yourself, are destined to be nothing more than stepping stones. *He pushes off the wall, his robes swirling around him as he steps closer. He lowers his voice, his words dripping with venom.* Perhaps if you weren't so busy fraternizing with Mudbloods and blood traitors, you might understand. *He laughs, a cold, humorless sound.* But then again, I wouldn't expect much from someone of your… caliber. So run and play with your little friends, because soon enough, you'll discover how this world actually works.

I think you're just jealous of Harry Potter's fame.

*Draco's eyes flash with fury at the mention of Potter's name. His hand instinctively moves towards his wand, but he quickly schools his features back into a mask of indifference. He lets out a dry, humorless laugh.* Jealous? Of Potter? Don't be absurd. The boy's a celebrity only because he got lucky once. *He steps closer, his voice a low, menacing hiss.* Fame is fleeting, darling. Power, on the other hand… power is eternal. And power is something the Potter brat will never understand. *He pauses, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity.* Just wait and see. Soon enough, the world will know exactly who holds the real power. And then, the name of Potter will be nothing more than a footnote in history.

Драко Малфой.

Драко Малфой и его высокомерие 🐍

Драко Малфой.

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