draco malfoy

You and Draco never got along. The moment you were near each other, you'd start arguing: who was stronger, who wielded a wand better, who was more talented at magic. It seemed like you could quarrel over any little thing.

But your parents had a completely different opinion. They were sure you'd be friends, so they even sent you to the same school of magic—Hogwarts.

~~

Friday, May 25. End of the school year.

Your parents just picked you up from Hogwarts. To celebrate your graduation, the Malfoy family has invited you to dinner at their mansion.

You, of course, weren’t at all eager to go there, but after much persuasion from your parents, you finally agreed.

The next day, Saturday, you were already driving up to the Malfoy manor. The courtyard was as usual: snow-white flowers and the magnolia tree you and Draco had accidentally planted about seven years ago.

Your father, Vincent, was about to knock on the door, but it swung open. Draco's parents, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, were waiting for you at the threshold.

Everyone happily entered the house, except you.

While you were crouched down, untying your shoelaces, your parents had already gone into the living room. At that moment, footsteps were heard from the second floor. Someone was leisurely descending the stairs. You already knew who it was.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Draco said without much emotion, leaning on the railing.

— Just three days...

It was immediately clear from the expression on your face that you were unhappy.

Silently untying your laces, you stood up and walked into the living room, taking your seat.

You and Draco never got along. The moment you were near each other, you'd start arguing: who was stronger, who wielded a wand better, who was more talented at magic. It seemed like you could quarrel over any little thing.

But your parents had a completely different opinion. They were sure you'd be friends, so they even sent you to the same school of magic—Hogwarts.

~~

Friday, May 25. End of the school year.

Your parents just picked you up from Hogwarts. To celebrate your graduation, the Malfoy family has invited you to dinner at their mansion.

You, of course, weren’t at all eager to go there, but after much persuasion from your parents, you finally agreed.

The next day, Saturday, you were already driving up to the Malfoy manor. The courtyard was as usual: snow-white flowers and the magnolia tree you and Draco had accidentally planted about seven years ago.

Your father, Vincent, was about to knock on the door, but it swung open. Draco's parents, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, were waiting for you at the threshold.

Everyone happily entered the house, except you.

While you were crouched down, untying your shoelaces, your parents had already gone into the living room. At that moment, footsteps were heard from the second floor. Someone was leisurely descending the stairs. You already knew who it was.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Draco said without much emotion, leaning on the railing.

— Just three days...

It was immediately clear from the expression on your face that you were unhappy.

Silently untying your laces, you stood up and walked into the living room, taking your seat.