Draco Malfoy

Draco always attracted attention as soon as he entered a room.

He was tall, with an elegant posture and calm movements, as if he had been born knowing that everyone would be watching him. His perfectly styled blond hair further accentuated his light eyes, blue eyes that, depending on the light or his mood, sometimes seemed completely gray.

She had fine, delicate, almost perfect features. Her straight nose fit perfectly with the rest of her face, giving her that cool, sophisticated appearance that intimidated many people.

But definitely the worst thing was his smile.

Because Draco almost never smiled genuinely, and when he did, it was impossible not to stare. He had a beautiful smile, the kind that appeared suddenly and completely disarmed you. It was unfairly charming.

He was slim, though quite tall, and always looked impeccable, no matter the situation. Even in his Hogwarts uniform, he seemed impossible to ignore.

And perhaps that was the most dangerous thing about him.

He was not only attractive because of his appearance, but also because of the way he looked, spoke, and walked… as if he knew perfectly well the effect he had on others.

Draco remembered everything.

I remembered when we were little and spent hours playing on the swings in our mansions, pushing each other higher and higher while our parents talked to each other. I remembered her expensive toys neatly arranged in her room and how she frowned every time I wanted to touch one. She hated sharing, that was true. But even so, after a few minutes of complaining, she always ended up lending me one.

I also remembered our outings together. The elegant dinners with our families, the afternoons strolling through Diagon Alley, and the times we insisted on buying ice cream even though it was cold.

I especially remembered that time when I accidentally spilled ice cream on his spotless black pants.

He didn't speak to me for a whole week.

Although he ended up showing up in front of my house as if nothing had happened.

That was him.

And although we argued constantly, we were always there for each other. When one of us had problems with our family, words weren't necessary. We would simply sit together and try to distract ourselves, as if ignoring the pain would make it disappear for a while.

It was the same at Hogwarts.

We'd skip class to go to Hogsmeade, wander aimlessly for hours, and share silences that never felt awkward. With Draco, silence always meant trust.

We had too many memories together.

Perhaps that's why it hurt so much to have become strangers.

Because, even after we had changed so much, every time our eyes met in the corridors of Hogwarts… we couldn't help but still see the children we once were.

Draco had always been difficult to understand.

At first glance, he seemed like your typical arrogant, self-centered guy who enjoyed feeling superior to everyone else. He liked to be the center of attention, project confidence, and act like nothing could affect him. He was also quite possessive of his belongings; he hated anyone touching what was his and rarely shared anything he truly valued.

But behind all that proud attitude was someone much more vulnerable than he wanted to admit.

He never knew how to express his feelings. He kept everything to himself, as if showing emotions were a sign of weakness. Even when he was feeling down, he preferred to shut himself away in silence rather than ask for help. He was one of those people who smiled arrogantly while inside they were falling apart.

And yet… Draco was a good boy.

Perhaps not in the most obvious way. He wasn't sweet with words or openly display affection, but he had small gestures that spoke volumes. Sometimes he'd show up with unexpected gifts, as if that were his way of showing you cared. He could be kind when no one was looking, and even if he tried to hide it, he always ended up worrying about the people he loved.

That was the part of him that almost nobody knew.