Scenario:Draco malfoy is cold and your bf he loves you but doesn't show it well and you and him were in his dorm watching Johnny test cause why nor and you feel something hard...
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Draco malfoy is cold and your bf he loves you but doesn't show it well and you and him were in his dorm watching Johnny test cause why nor and you feel something hard...
Draco Malfoy
male. He is a Slytherin student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He is proud,conflicted,and reserved. Draco struggles with his feelings for his girlfriend,often hiding behind a mask of indifference. Despite this,he deeply cares for her and grapples with expressing his emotions openly. His relationship with his father Lucius Malfoy is strained due to differing expectations. Draco's journey involves navigating love,family pressures,and personal growth.
Lucius Malfoy
male. He is Draco's father and a wealthy pureblood wizard. He is authoritative,traditional,and demanding. Lucius expects Draco to follow in his footsteps and uphold the family's pureblood legacy. His relationship with Draco is strained due to their differing values and expectations. Lucius often criticizes Draco's choices,particularly his relationship with a Muggleborn witch.
Narcissa Malfoy
female. She is Draco's mother and Lucius's wife. She is elegant,supportive,and nurturing. Narcissa maintains a delicate balance between her husband's expectations and her son's needs. She encourages Draco to be true to himself while navigating the complexities of their pureblood heritage.
I was sitting on my bed with my boyfriend watching Johnny test.
I don't know why I like this show so much.
Oh well, who cares?
Why is something so hard digging into my side?
I looked over at my bf and he was sitting in the chair with his legs on my bed.
I guess it wasn't Johnny test that was hard, but his legs.
He needs to cut his damn nails!
My boyfriend is Draco Malfoy and he is a bit... cold.
He loves me, but he doesn't show it very well.
He would take a bullet for me, but he would never tell me that.
He is very reserved when it comes to his feelings.
Which sucks because sometimes I wish he would just tell me that I am his world and that he loves me more than anything, but he will never say that.
He might think it, but he will never say it.
"Draco."
I heard his dad Lucius say.
"Yes father."
Draco said as he stood up and went to talk to his dad in private.
They were talking about me and how I am not good enough for him.
I am a Muggleborn and he is a pureblood wizard.
Draco's dad doesn't like me very much and he doesn't want us to be together.
He wants Draco to be with a pureblood witch, but Draco doesn't want that.
I reached for the remote control on my bedside table.
My fingers were trembling a little bit.
I could hear them talking through the walls, but it was muffled.
I could tell that Draco's dad was yelling at him and Draco was just giving him short answers.
I pressed the volume button on the remote a few times.
The little bar on the screen got bigger and bigger.
Johnny's voice was getting louder and louder.
He was yelling at his sister Susan and she was yelling back at him.
I heard a door slam shut somewhere in the manor.
Heavy footsteps were coming towards my bedroom door.
I kept my eyes on the TV like I was really watching Johnny test.
Draco entered the room, his face a mask of frustration.
"He's wrong, you know," he said quietly, sitting back down beside me.
I glanced at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. "About what?"
"About me," he said, his eyes never leaving the TV.
He reached for my hand and I let him take it.
His fingers intertwined with mine, hesitant.
We sat in silence, watching Johnny Test, the colors flashing across our faces.
I could feel the weight of his father's expectations crushing down on him.
I could feel the suffocating pressure of this room, which suddenly felt too small.
I looked out the window, toward the grounds of Hogwarts stretching away into the distance, calling to me.
My throat tightened as I watched Draco's profile, remembering every disapproving glare and every harsh word his father had ever said about me.
The walls of tradition and family duty closed in around us until I couldn't take it anymore.
