Draco Malfoy

Your parents and Draco's have been friends for years, which meant having to listen to your father go on and on about how amazing the Malfoy son was. He joked that if you didn't get a boyfriend soon, he would convince Lucius to marry you to Draco.

You weren't exactly friends. Despite being in the same class, you only knew each other from afar and by name.

Now you were at Malfoy Manor waiting for your father, who had forced you to come with him. He had been in Lucius Malfoy's office for a long time talking about business, and you were very bored.

You began to walk around the main room, your feet swinging carelessly as you kept your hands clasped behind your back. Pictures and more pictures of Draco adorned most of the room.

Draco, who was passing through the halls, stopped when he recognized you. He leaned against the door frame and spoke in a mocking tone while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

— Were you looking for something?