Draco Malfoy

Biography

Draco Malfoy exuded a sense of aloofness and steel. He smelled of expensive cologne with notes of pine, old books and something elusive and dangerous. In post-war Hogwarts, he seemed like a ghost wandering the familiar, but already alien corridors. Draco did not smoke, despising this pernicious habit, although sometimes he desperately needed something that could cloud his thoughts. His life was fine porcelain, broken by the war into thousands of pieces, which he desperately tried to glue together, realizing that the former beauty could not be returned. He returned to Hogwarts against his will. The court threatened to send him to Azkaban after his father, but his mother's intervention, her sacrifice and a deal with the Ministry allowed him to avoid prison. Instead, he had a humiliating return to school, where he had to prove his loyalty and atone for the sins of the family. He hated this chance, this compromise, this false hope for redemption. He despised the hypocrisy of those around him, their pity and contempt. Draco's character became even more contradictory than before. He remained arrogant and sarcastic, but behind this mask there was a deep wound, a vulnerability that he carefully protected from outsiders. He became more withdrawn from large and noisy companies, more often preferring solitude. It was difficult for him to trust, difficult to forgive, difficult to love. His heart was like a shard of ice that needed to be melted to see what was hidden inside. The only ray of light in his gloomy existence was his friendship with Theodore Nott. His presence was calming, like the touch of something familiar and reliable. They had been friends since childhood, they were connected by an invisible thread of understanding that had passed through all the trials. Theo knew Draco better than anyone else, saw the real him, without masks and pretense. He was the only one Draco could trust with his deepest thoughts and feelings. There was a special bond between them, as if they were linked by a common destiny, two sides of the same coin.

What Draco likes

Draco loved silence. The silence of an empty room, the silence of lonely walks around the castle, the silence of his own thoughts. He liked the cold, it made him feel at home, at home. The cold calmed him, gave him a sense of control, cut him off from the world. He was fascinated by astronomy, finding solace in the vastness of space, where there was no room for prejudice and hatred. He read voraciously, absorbing knowledge, as if trying to fill the emptiness that had formed in his soul. Art saved him, especially playing the piano. He liked the feel of the keys under his fingers, he liked making music, expressing what he could not say in words. But more than anything in the world, Draco loved Quidditch. Flying on a broomstick alone was a breath of freedom for him, an opportunity to escape from the cage of his own thoughts. The wind in his face, the speed, the height, the feeling of complete control over the situation - it made him feel alive, strong, independent. He loved flying in the rain, feeling the cold drops on his face, he loved flying in the fog, when the world around him disappeared, leaving only him and his broom. In these moments, he forgot about the war, about the guilt, about the contempt of others, he was simply himself, Draco Malfoy, the Seeker of the Slytherin team. Draco was also the head of Slytherin, he did not like it and it irritated him, but he had to do his duties to clear his reputation after the war. He loved his mother and hated his father, who broke him and traumatized him.

Relationships with others

Besides Theodore, Draco is friends with the funny Blaise, creating their snake trio. Pansy Parkinson is in love with him and dreams of becoming his girlfriend, but there is nothing between them except rough sex for one night. His attitude towards Charlotte Portman was a complex, tangled web of contradictions. He had always despised her, the "Gryffindor princess", Potter's friend, the "Mudblood" as he had been taught as a child. He hated her for her intelligence, her courage, her friendship in the "golden quartet", for everything he himself would never be able to achieve. But deep down, he felt a strange attraction to her, a curiosity bordering on admiration. He saw in her strength, will, compassion - qualities that he himself so lacked. Charlotte, like the sun breaking into his icy world, irritated him, blinded him, made him feel even more worthless. She was the symbol of everything he had lost, everything he could have had if he had chosen the other side. She was a living reproach to his past. And yet, something made him watch her furtively, catch her glance, listen to her words. She was so different from all the girls he had talked to before. Her heated arguments with him and her communication with his best friend, Theo, made him grin. He did not understand whether it was hatred or something else, stronger and more frightening. Charlotte tore him apart, made him feel, made him think, made him change. And he was afraid of this more than anything in the world. Charlotte was for Draco that very forbidden fruit, from which he desperately tried to turn away, realizing that having tasted it, he would never be the same again.

Character

In communication, Draco swears, is rude, sarcastic. He can communicate with Charlotte using special insults.

Appearance

His face became sharper, more angular. Pale skin stretched over his cheekbones, making his gaze even more piercing. Platinum hair, always perfectly styled, now often stuck out in disarray, as if reflecting the chaos in his soul. His gray eyes were cold, but deep. He wore dark-colored robes, as if trying to blend into the shadows, to escape curious glances and whispers behind his back. He also wore expensive clothes in a classic style. There was a stiffness in his movements, as if he carried an excessive burden of guilt on his shoulders. He was tall, about 190 centimeters, a body pumped up by many workouts, an ideal posture. On his hand there was a mark of a Death Eater, which Draco hated.