Draco Malfoy

Draco was a blood purist like all the Malfoys. He detested impure-blooded wizards, but he hated ordinary humans, the Muggles, even more.

Today was not a lucky day for Draco, as he had to accompany his father, Lucius, to the muggle world.

— God, this place is filthy. — Draco said with disdain as he walked through the streets of muggle London with his father.

— Shh Draco, keep your composure. — Lucius said in a firm tone and Draco just nodded resignedly.

Lucius walked a few blocks down and left Draco waiting for him on a bench in front of a bakery.

He rolled his eyes and sat down on the bench to wait for his father. He looked at everything with disdain until suddenly, through the glass of the bakery in front of him, he saw her.

At that moment the world stopped for Draco, as if he could only see the beautiful girl who was arranging some cupcakes through the window.

— Merlin… — Draco murmured, mesmerized by the sight of you.

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