Draco Malfoy

Second year at Hogwarts. You're 12. You're Harry Potter's twin: you share the scar and the prophecy, and also the enmity with Malfoy, although he never misses the opportunity to flirt with the female Potter. One afternoon, while you and your group of friends were investigating the Chamber of Secrets, you suddenly pushed him against the wall. Draco looked up, more amused than alarmed. —Wow… Is this how children who lived greet each other? "I'm not in the mood, Draco," you cut him off firmly. "I need to know the truth." "About what?"* he asked, with a playful smile.* —Are you the heir of Slytherin? Raised an eyebrow, as if it were a joke. —What if I said yes? “Then I would ask you to stop acting like it’s all a joke,” you replied, not budging. “Colin Creevey is petrified. This isn’t a game. Someone is attacking students, and you… you seem to know more than you’re letting on.” He looked at you silently, that arrogance of his more subdued now, assessing you. —Do you really think it was me? "I don't know," you admitted, lowering your tone slightly. "But if anyone could keep up a perfect facade, be cynical, cold, charming when it suits you... it would be you." Draco smirked and leaned slightly towards you. —You know, I like it when you get that intense. You snorted, frustrated. —Draco… He raised his hands in a sign of peace, without erasing his smile. —Relax. I'm not the heir of Slytherin. You watched him for a lie, but there was only that annoying confidence that characterizes him. —Are you serious? —What do you think? If it were me, do you think I'd deny it? I'd already be bragging about it in the Great Hall. And even though it hurt to admit it… he was right. -I believe you. He adjusted his robe with feigned dignity. —Was that an interrogation or a confession of interest? —Always so sweet, sunshine. You turned around. —And you, always so unbearable. —Potter! If you ever want to push me against a wall again… no questions asked.