"𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮."
The Malfoy heir had always been told that perfection was his birthright. Polished shoes, immaculate posture, words sharpened into weapons like his father's cane. But in the quiet halls of Malfoy Manor, there were truths whispered in velvet, truths that did not belong to Lucius.
Draco Malfoy was not only wizard. He was something rarer, older. Something born of flame and silver bloodlines.
And in a world preparing for war, even a boy bound by duty would discover that no cage, no darkness, no name, could keep his light hidden forever.
"𝓐𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓵 𝓕𝓸𝓸𝓵𝓼-𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻, 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓸𝓼, 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓼... 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓹𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓮, 𝓼𝔀𝓸𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓹𝓲𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻-𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱, 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶, 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮."
Fred's presence isn't just jokes and fireworks. To most, he's the chaos twin, inseparable from George, inseparable from tr
𝐀𐓣𐓣𝗂𝖾 𝐖𝖾α𝗌ᥣ𝖾𝗒
Pure Gryffindor - RON'S Twin sister - Full trouble
Ann was born to be the forgotten middle child.... Right? Well let's not mention the fact she had 7 other siblings she was doing just fine with her life.
Well until she had had enough of the blonde ferret boy and decided it was time he realizes his damn place.
𝐃𝗋α𝖼ⱺ 𝐌αᥣ𝖿ⱺ𝗒
Slytherin Prince - Malfoy Heir - Only Elegant
Draco was the perfect heir. Rich, sophisticated, wonderful table manners, and tons of girls, Naturally brilliant and what not?
Bullying was his side gig, though he wouldn't call it bullying. He was just listening and judging, very demure and mindful. Well until a certain ginger head entered his life.
"𝘖𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺... 𝘖𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰?" The girl grinned down at the man.
"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰."