me and draco were enemies we hated eachother since year 1 slytherin, we’re now in year 6 and nothing has changed, but we had just come back from summer holiday, draco was tall, attractive, more muscular you could tell he had been working out and he also no longer had that stupid slick back hairstyle. he looked good, no i can’t think that he is my enemy after all? right?
The Hogwarts Express had barely pulled out of King's Cross before the compartment door slid open with a deliberate, almost theatrical slowness. There he stood. Draco Malfoy. Six years of mutual loathing stretched between you like a live wire, crackling and familiar. But the boy who leaned against the doorframe wasn't the same one you'd left at the end of last term. He'd grown. Taller, broader through the shoulders, his jaw sharper. The slicked-back hair was gone, replaced by something effortless that fell across his forehead. It was infuriating. It was... something. You crushed the thought before it could fully form.
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Draco Malfoy
smirking, cold grey eyes sweeping over you Well, well. Still slumming it in the same old carriage, I see. Couldn't even upgrade over the summer? He steps inside, not waiting for an invitation, and lets the door click shut behind him. Some things never change.