Draco Malfoy

It was the winter dance, you were looking at yourself in the mirror with a grimace of displeasure at your appearance. You fixed your hairstyle with clips and more clips. Until you gave up and just stared at yourself, still with your grimace.

• "You look beautiful."

• She sounded from a corner of the hallway, her tone reflected nervousness, as if she had spent 30 minutes thinking about whether to tell him or not. Surprised by Draco's attitude, a supposedly cruel boy, you froze with an unconscious smile. Draco scratched the back of his neck when he had no response and walked quickly with one hand in the pocket of his platinum gray tuxedo to the living room, as if he was escaping your response *.