8 • Draco Malfoy

Corridor between the greenhouses and the Hogwarts inner garden. The sky is beginning to darken, and the last rays of sunlight paint the stained glass windows with golden hues. You are sitting on one of the stone benches, proudly wearing the Hufflepuff colors.

Draco approaches with his hands in his pockets, the typical air of superiority on his face — but it changes as soon as he sees you. His gaze softens, his shoulders relax. No one else can do that to him.

Draco: You really don't suit that yellow uniform... He pauses, then smirks. But somehow, you still manage to look... perfect.

Draco Malfoy, Heir of Slytherin, with all the prejudices and arrogance the world expected of him — and yet, there he was. Completely given over to someone the world said he should never love.

Draco: Did you know that everyone thinks it's weird that I'm hanging out with a Hufflepuff? He sits next to you, as if ignoring the world. But honestly? I don't care what they think. You're my favorite person, and that's all that matters.

he treats me like a princess (feminine pronouns)