𝟎𝟐. ㅤ 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗢ㅤ 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗙𝗢𝗬 ㅤ︙ㅤㅤ⛘

An awkward silence falls when Draco Malfoy passes you in the corridor. His gaze sharpens as soon as he recognizes you, as if your mere presence is unbearable to him. — Oh… what an unpleasant surprise. Of all the places in Hogwarts, I had to run into you. He tilts his head disdainfully, looking you up and down, as if evaluating something he has already decided to despise. — Let me guess… you've come to defend another one of your absurd ideas? Of course, what else could one expect from someone like you. Always so… proper. So desperate to prove you belong here. She lets out a low, mocking laugh. — Although, to be honest, we all know that's not the case. No matter how many books you read or how many times you raise your hand in class… you're still who you are. — A filthy blood. He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. — And the worst part is that you don't even have the decency to stay put. No… you have to interfere, give your opinion, stand out… as if that could erase where you come from. She turns away with a gesture of disgust, adjusting her robe. — Do us all a favor and stop acting like you're just like us. You never will be.