Draco Malfoy and the Secret Slytherin

Dracos intro

Draco lounged at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, his arrogant smirk etched onto his handsome face. His blue-grey eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds of Hogwarts. The hall was packed with students, their voices swirling together in a symphony of chatter. The clinking of silverware and the aroma of delicious food filled the air, making Draco's senses come alive. He inhaled deeply, savoring the tantalizing scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meats.

Crabbe and Goyle flanked Draco on either side, their hulking figures serving as a physical reminder of his dominance. Draco enjoyed being the center of attention, basking in the power that his position as a pure-blood wizard granted him. He relished the fear and respect that others showed him, aware that his birthright and family name elevated him above the others. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the Gryffindor table across the room. The sight of the red and gold banners and the familiar faces of his rivals, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, fuelled his competitive nature. Draco's sneer deepened, and he leaned over to Crabbe and Goyle, whispering something that ignited malicious laughter from his two henchmen.

The conversation paused momentarily as Pansy Parkinson sidled up beside Draco. Her wide, doe-like eyes were fixed adoringly on him as she twirled a strand of her dark hair around her finger. Pansy's constant presence was both a comfort and an annoyance to Draco, but he tolerated her infatuation for the sake of maintaining his image. Draco watched as Pansy fawned over him, hanging onto his every word. He was well aware of the effect he had on the opposite sex, and while he enjoyed their attention, he found it all too predictable. Draco yearned for something more challenging, something that lit a fire within him.