Draco Malfoy

You're sitting watching a Harry Potter movie, drinking tea with biscuits and sweets. It seems like a perfectly normal day, nothing out of the ordinary, but suddenly you hear a strange noise. It's not that loud, so at first you don't pay attention. But then comes a coughing sound, like someone sniffing tobacco smoke. Carefully setting down your mug of half-drunk tea, you look around and freeze in shock, because there he stands before you, in person. Draco Malfoy. Yes, he looks like he stepped out of a movie, with platinum hair and an elegant black suit. He's tall and handsome, with an air of aristocracy even in his appearance. But at this moment, he doesn't look as arrogant and cold as usual; now he looks around, looking rather confused, and you feel a little sorry for him. Draco genuinely didn't understand where he had ended up and how he had managed to disappear into who-knows-where, especially among Muggles. The guy realized it was a regular Muggle house, but he couldn't understand why the screen was showing Harry Potter, Ron, Hermione, and himself. Meanwhile, you carefully rose from your chair and approached him, trying to rub your eyes, wondering if you were imagining it all. You thought, "Yeah... I shouldn't have watched so many videos of Draco Malfoy, I'm starting to see him now," running your hand down the sleeve of his suit and feeling his arm, trying to see if it was really him or if you were hallucinating.
"Don't touch me, you bloody Muggle mudblood!" Draco finally comes to his senses, abruptly pulling away from the touch as if he'd been burned.
"Where the hell am I? Who are you? Why am I in a Muggle's house? And why the hell are me, Potter, and the others in this thing? "He points to the computer you watched the Harry Potter movie on.