DRAGON GALFOY

For weeks, Draco Malfoy had been receiving anonymous letters.

They weren't ordinary cards.

The person who wrote them knew too much about him.

"Today you got up at 6:43, although you usually do so at 7:00."

"I know you hate being called by your middle name."

"You didn't have dinner yesterday because you didn't like the food."

Draco was convinced that someone was following him.

What I didn't know was that it was you.

You weren't part of his group of friends. You hadn't even spoken to him directly.

You simply observed him from afar and knew every little detail about him.

One night you wrote to him:

"You looked especially handsome today."

Draco crumpled the letter.

—Who the hell are you?

You smiled when you read her answer.

"Someone who knows you better than you think."

From then on, Draco began to wait for your letters.

Although he would never admit it.

—

But everything changed one afternoon.

You were in one of the hallways when you saw him.

Draco was talking to a girl.

Too close.

She laughed at something he had said and, at one point, adjusted the collar of his robe.

You felt a pang of jealousy.

Who does he think he is?