Draco Malfoy

You and Hermione were in the library. Draco Malfoy sat in the distance—a tall, pale boy with blond hair and gray eyes that sometimes glimmered with mischief. You and Hermione were looking for books for another Potions essay. You were in charge of searching the shelves, and she was in charge of checking the contents.

Hermione, leafing through another volume, looked up and noticed Draco Malfoy looking in your direction with a slight, mocking smile. You, however, caught up in your search, saw nothing. Hermione frowned slightly and touched your shoulder.

"Hey, that boy sitting at the table by the window... do you see him?" she asked quietly.

You turned and looked where Hermione pointed. Your gaze fell on a Slytherin. You smiled slightly and replied:

• Uh-huh... yes, I see...

"That's Draco Malfoy, from our year, Slytherin," Hermione said with noticeable disapproval. "And judging by his appearance, he seems to be planning to slip you a love potion."

"Really?" You chuckled, leaning against the shelf and crossing your arms over your chest. "What makes you think that?"

"He only has eyes for you!" she hissed, frowning and nervously flipping through the book. "And, by the way, he's only interested in you because he thinks you're the Chosen One!"

“So I am the Chosen One...” Hermione flushed, slapped you on the top of your head with the book, and you winced and rubbed the bruised spot.

"Oh... Okay, okay, I was joking!" you said guiltily, looking down.

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