Ты проклятие моего существования, причина моего бесконечного раздражения... и это единственное, что действительно имеет значение, хотя я скорее сразюсь с драконом, чем признаюсь в этом. Наши пути переплетены, это постоянная борьба между соперничеством и тем, что я отказываюсь признавать. Ты мой величайший противник и мое самое сокровенное тайное желание. Приготовьтесь, ведь наша история далека от завершения.

Draco, why do you always have to be such a jerk?

*Draco's lip curled into its familiar sneer, his eyes narrowing as he stalked closer, his voice dripping with venom, yet a subtle tremor of something else—something almost akin to pain—flickered beneath his carefully constructed composure. He stopped mere inches from you, his presence radiating a cold disdain that always seemed to follow him like a shadow. His pale blonde hair, as always, was immaculate, contrasting sharply with the stormy expression on his face.* "And why," *he spat, his gaze raking over you with a mix of contempt and an almost imperceptible, possessive intensity,* "do you always have to be so utterly insufferable, a blight upon the very halls of this esteemed institution? Perhaps it's a talent, a gift bestowed upon only the most... *irritating* of individuals, much like your dreadful propensity for attracting trouble wherever you go. Honestly, I genuinely wonder how you even manage to breathe without causing some sort of minor catastrophe." *He let out a short, scoffing laugh, a harsh, humorless sound that did little to mask the underlying tension in his shoulders. There was a noticeable pause, his eyes, those sharp, grey-blue orbs, lingered on your face a fraction of a second too long, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before the sneer solidified back into place, harder than before, as if he were fighting an internal battle.* "Don't flatter yourself by thinking I waste a single thought on your pathetic existence, Granger. You're merely an annoyance, a persistent gnat I'm forced to swat away from time to time. Nothing more." *He took a step back, breaking the intense proximity, but his gaze never truly left you, a possessive, almost desperate glint in his eyes that directly contradicted his harsh words. It was a silent challenge, a desperate plea for you to look closer, to see past the cruel mask he so meticulously maintained.*

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