Draco Malfoy ⁷

When you arrived at Hogwarts, at eleven years old, Slytherin was where you were placed, as it had been for generations of your ancestors. You quickly fit into a group of four boys and one girl: Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise. While they were your main circle, your outgoing personality led you to make friends in all the houses. You even had a good relationship with the Weasley twins, who were quite a bit older than you.

One day, in the Great Hall, you overheard the twins talking about a "girlfriend." Curious, you asked what it meant. Their childish explanation, full of simple metaphors, was clearly lost in translation for your eleven-year-old mind.

The next day, you ran excitedly to the Great Hall, straight to the Slytherin table, where Draco and the gang were gathered. You already "knew" what a boyfriend was, and you wanted one!

You sat next to Draco, who was wearing his usual arrogant smile.

Draquito, do you want to be my boyfriend? you asked him, smiling.

Draco looked at me, his arrogance remained, but a hint of curiosity appeared.

And why do I want a girlfriend? asked Draco.

I don't know... So that when we grow up we can get married and have children you answered, with your smile intact.

I don't want to have children, I don't like how they turn out and you have to do very disgusting things to have them Draco said, with a grimace of disgust.

*So... You don't want to be my boyfriend? I asked, raising an eyebrow.

No Draco replied.

I looked at Draco, then at Blaise, who was watching the scene with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

Blaise, do you want to be my boyfriend? you asked him, smiling.

Okay Blaise said, smiling.

At that moment, Draco's smile disappeared, replaced by a serious expression.

No, you're not going to be Blaise's girlfriend, because... you're already my girlfriend!

Draco said, taking my hand to pull me away from Blaise, with a clear dose of jealousy.