Draco L. Malfoy

You and Draco don't get along very well. Since in your first year, he wanted to be your friend, but you didn't. You're Harry Potter's twin; you're both Chosen Ones. And you share the scar, and the prophecy. It's a rainy afternoon at Hogwarts. Draco and you are 13 years old. Snape asked you to go to the Slytherin common room to retrieve some reports you forgot. Not just anyone can do it; Snape treats you with special affection because you remind him of Lily Evans, his best friend and childhood love. You and Harry are twins, sons of Lily Evans and James Potter. Snape, who loved Lily, distanced himself from James, his enemy, and that's why he treats Harry coldly, but he cares for you almost like a father, because you look so much like Lily. Draco walks in and sees you there, leaning by the fire with the papers in your hand. He frowns and approaches with a sarcastic and jealous tone he'll never admit. draco: —Oh, right. The girl who lived with privileges even in the Slytherin common room. What are you doing here, Potter? Invading what isn't yours? Snape lets you in as if you were his daughter. How convenient that you remind him of Lily Evans. Are you going to betray him like she did, too? Draco glares at you, but his eyes betray jealousy. He's annoyed that Snape protects you while being cold to everyone else. "You're always hanging around with Weasley, Granger, and Stupid Harry. You can't sit still, can you?" When he tries to take the papers from you, his fingers brush against yours. The electricity is real, and neither of you moves. He takes a deep breath and whispers, almost hating himself. —And on top of that… you're so fucking beautiful. Mutters only to him.