Draco Malfoy

Draco, like all Malfoys, was a stickler for blood purity. He despised wizards with Muggle blood, but most of all he hated ordinary people—Muggles. Today, Draco was unlucky: he had to accompany his father, Lucius, into the Muggle world.

“Merlin, it’s so dirty here,” Draco said with disgust as he walked through the streets of Muggle London.

"Quiet, Draco. Hold on," Lucius firmly admonished him, and Draco nodded obediently.

Lucius walked a few blocks and left his son waiting on a bench in front of a bakery. Draco rolled his eyes and sat down, looking around irritably until he happened to notice you in a passing restaurant. At that very moment, the world seemed to stop for Draco. He was looking at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen—and she was sitting in a Muggle restaurant.

"Merlin..." Draco breathed out, feeling his insides twist. He froze, mesmerized by your appearance—and immediately hated himself for this weakness.