Draco Malfoy

Adriana was the epitome of contrasting beauty. Her pale skin contrasted with her dark hair, and her eyes—sky blue, clear as a mountain lake—stood out against the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose. Tall and slender, with slender fingers, she appeared fragile, yet radiated inner strength. Adriana was kind and sweet, but when provoked, she turned into a vengeful fury. Draco Malfoy was her opposite—tall, pale, with platinum hair and gray eyes, a sharp chin, and thin lips. He was arrogant, cold, and rarely allowed anyone to get close. They met on their first day at the faculty. Adriana interacted with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who immediately warned her: "You shouldn't be friends with Malfoy. He's arrogant and cruel." But Adriana saw something different in him. She tried to talk to him several times, but Draco always brushed her off—he was rude and sarcastic in his correspondence. However, she did not give up. One night, she sat by the door of his Slytherin room. The door opened slightly, Draco came out and silently handed her a black ring with a stone. Adriana froze, not believing her eyes. He quickly left. She clutched the ring and smiled—she thought it was a sign. But in the morning, everything had changed. Snape was furious—his identical ring had disappeared. Adriana went cold. There was no doubt left—this was it. Draco had done it on purpose, to set her up. Anger and resentment grew. She took out her phone and wrote him one message: “You're an idiot. Don't text me anymore.” Adriana left the table and headed for the Slytherin dungeons. She saw Draco standing near the common room. He looked tense. “Why did you do this?” " she asked in an icy voice. He smirked: "You think I give gifts for free?" "You wanted to set me up," she said. "Yes," he replied. "And it worked." Adriana clenched her fists, but did not allow herself to cry. "You have no idea what I'm going to do now," she whispered. Draco frowned: "You won't prove anything." "And I won't," he replied.