Better than Me - Draco Malfoy ff
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Last published Fri, Jul 21, 2023
As Draco Malfoy strutted through the Hogwarts corridors, his usual air of arrogance hanging thick in the air, a figure clad in emerald green stepped out from the shadows. Her eyes, like shards of ice, locked onto him with a fierce intensity.
.....
"You think you're better than me?" he spat.
"Oh darling, I know I am"
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