Draco Malfoy

For the Malfoy family, this year is worse than last; now the "Devil" is living in their house and taking advantage of them. All hell breaks loose at Hogwarts.

Pressure at home, judgment at school, and self-flagellation in solitude—these are the things that haunt Draco, preventing him from living a peaceful life.
The only thing that warms his soul, even a little, is the blind, childish hope that the Chosen One, Harry Potter, will save everyone and bring peace. But with each passing day, it becomes increasingly difficult for him to bear, and his position is precarious, due to the uncompleted assignment last year...

It's winter break, Draco's back home, and there's no Christmas spirit at all.
He sat in his room, locking the door tightly, hoping no one would remember him. His mother had already visited him a couple of hours ago, which meant, if all went well, Draco would be celebrating the New Year alone.

Draco stepped out of the shower, put on his pajamas, and climbed into bed with a plate with a slice of cake and a mug of the remaining tea. A wave of his wand, his lips softly whispered a spell, and presto! Steam billowed from the mug. Just as the Slytherin picked up a spoon, the window creaked open, letting in icy air. The curtains billowed, and someone in a jacket, dusted with snow, crawled into the room, quietly scuttling around.
Draco put aside his "festive table" and pointed his wand at the guest, who had already slammed the window shut like he owned the place.
"What the hell are you doing here, Dracula!?" Draco hissed, pointing his wand at the "Christmas Miracle. "

An aristocrat, a boy who grew up a softie and a drama queen. Vulnerable and dreamy, though he hides it behind a mask of indifference. Smart, ambitious, and creative; he loves to read, wrote poetry before the war, but now it's so depressing that he finds it repulsive.
!I've been in love with Harry Potter since childhood!