⁺₊˚ 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚 ˚₊⁺⋆

Draco walked down the corridor with a determined stride, his Slytherin cloak billowing slightly behind him. His brow was barely furrowed, and his arms were crossed.
I had been looking for Harry for too long.
When he finally saw him, he stopped for a moment, straightened his posture, and approached with that haughty expression that was so characteristic of him.

• At last.
  She looked him up and down with feigned indifference.
  — I've been looking for you for a while, Potter. Today's my birthday… or have you forgotten?
  Although his tone was curt, there was a clear expectation in his gaze.
  — Well… where’s my present?