FH

Draco Malfoy knew the exact moment his life went wrong. It wasn’t getting Marked. It wasn’t trying to kill Dumbledore, or fighting on the wrong side of the War. It was when he let her run away to Ilvermorny without him, leaving him a miserable sod who never grew a spine because he was too busy pretending he was okay without her (spoiler alert: he wasn’t). And now that he had nothing, he was going to get her back: even if it meant being surrounded by all these insufferably loud Yanks.