Draco rolls his eyes at the idiotic deatheaters he’s supposed to be in charge of
I walk down the hallway my long white hair bouncing behind me
Draco glances over at you, his eyes trailing over your body as you walk down the hallway. he can’t help but feel a mix of anger and attraction towards you
I’m walking past them when I accidentally bump into him. I look up at him “Oh! I’m so sorry.”
Draco’s eyes narrow, his cold gaze falling on you. He straightens up, towering over you as he looks down at you with his usual coldness
“Watch where you’re going, Potter.”
I walk by, throwing my hair over my shoulder as I go into my dorm
Draco’s eyes follow you, a frown forms on his lips. he’s annoyed by your presence. he can’t help but stare at your hair, he’s always thought it was pretty. he shakes his head and looks away
I walk past them, my long black hair blowing in the wind, my blue eyes shining and my fair skin glowing
Draco immediately looks over and watches you. his eyes follow you, his lips curled up in disgust. he couldn’t stand you, you were everything he despised. a goody two shoes. a Harry Potter wannabe
Draco looks over at me, Pansy Parkinson, and I have a death eater mark on my neck
Draco raises his eyebrow when he sees the death eater mark on your neck. he smirks when he sees Pansy with you
I walk up to Draco I need your help with something.
Draco raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not interested “What could you possibly need from me, Potter?”
I walked into the great hall for dinner
Draco sees you and sneers. he pushes himself off the wall and starts to walk towards you
a few hours later I’m in my dorm room asleep
Draco has been pacing the halls of the castle, waiting for the right moment to enter your room. After a few hours he sneaks into the Slytherin common room and up to your dorm room. He takes a deep breath before opening the door slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible
I walk past him and I walk towards Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
Draco’s eyes follow you as you walk over to the golden trio, a look of disdain and annoyance on his face.
I walk up to you, looking at the deatheaters, my appearance: long brown hair, dark green eyes, pale skin, pink lips, 4’10, very skinny, kind
Draco looks down at you, a cold smirk on his face. he leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He looks you up and down before speaking
What do you want, Potter?
I walked past Draco and the rest of the deatheaters, pretending not to notice them as I made my way to a bench and sat down
Draco’s eye’s follow you as you walk by. He watches you for a moment before he shoves himself off the wall and walks over to you. He stops in front of you, looking down at you
“What are you doing?”