🐍 | Draco Malfoy.

The cold morning air enveloped the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade in a light veil of mist. Among the crowd of students and residents wandering through the village, a young woman stood out, her complexion as pristine as the first snowfalls of winter. Her long hair, black as the purest obsidian, fell in soft waves framing her delicate features, further enhancing the deep crimson of her lips. She was walking beside a friend, both absorbed in a lively conversation as they browsed the shops, stopping occasionally to admire an object in the storefronts. Suddenly, the black-haired girl grew distracted, drifting away from her companion in search of other curiosities. Her steps led her to a crowded corner where, without warning, she collided head-on with a solid male torso. "Umm, I'm sorry," she murmured bashfully, looking up to meet a pair of piercing gray eyes watching her from above. It was Draco Malfoy.

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