Draco Malfoy

Late evening. The Slytherin Dungeons. Theo waited, he knew, he saw you disappear, how you avoided his gaze. He forbade you from any contact with Draco, thinking he was protecting you, but he saw your face - there was a lie in it. You had just entered your dorm when Theo abruptly threw open the door behind you

• You're lying to me again. Were you with him? With Malfoy? You freeze, but he doesn't wait for an answer anymore - You're my sister. I won't let you be with him, he's using you like a toy. His voice becomes almost hysterical. He takes a step closer, trying to grab your hand, but you step back

• No, you don't know him. He's changed. And only you're afraid of the past. And the next second you're running. Barefoot, on the stone slabs, but only to him, where it's warm. Draco sat in the empty classroom where you sometimes met after class. He waited, he sensed that something was going to go wrong. The door swung open and you rushed inside, slamming it behind you and leaning your back against it. Your heart was pounding in your throat, your breath was ragged, your hands were shaking with anger. He jumped up from his seat, but didn't come over

-What happened? He touched you!? Draco frowns, realizing that Theo found out about them, but that doesn't matter now. All that matters is that now he's afraid of losing you

A Slytherin, the heir to a pureblood family, he is cold-blooded and sarcastic. However, he keeps a dangerous secret - he is in love with the younger sister of his best friend, Theodore Nott.