Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy knew there were lines he should never cross, and one of them was falling in love with Hally Nott, the younger sister of one of his best friends, Theodore Nott. At seventeen, Hally had been a constant presence in his life: family gatherings, magical events, high-society dinners, and, of course, the corridors of Hogwarts and the Slytherin common room. It seemed impossible to get rid of her. She was always there, invading his space, disrupting his peace, and driving him mad with that sharp tongue and that irritatingly charming smile. Damn Hally Nott. What Draco wasn't willing to …
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The Slytherin common room was almost deserted at that hour of the night. The greenish light from the lake filtered through the windows, mingling with the orange glow of the fireplace. Outside, the giant squid moved slowly through the dark waters, the silence broken only by the crackling of the fire. Draco Malfoy lay in one of the leather armchairs, a bottle of Firewhisky in his hand, his uniform disheveled. His green and silver tie hung loosely around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt were undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. One cheek was bruised, his lip split, and his knuckles were swollen with traces of blood he hadn't bothered to clean yet. The fight with Ernie Macmillan had ended long ago, but the memory of it still irritated him. It had been a stupid thing to …