Draco Malfoy karatasi la kupamba ukuta

Draco had walked into the balcony room, to sit himself in a comfy, navy armchair, feeling himself sink into its cotton and feather mix, warming himself kwa the magical fire, which glowed brightly, filling the room with flickering light. Narcissa sat on the couch, comfortable, and relaxed, sipping on a bit of warm ButterBeer, and eating kippers and spiced rice.
"Draco, I expect better of you. How could wewe have scored lower than a Muggle-Born, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor at that." Lucius said, his voice shaky and dangerous. Draco froze, as he was reaching for a fine-china teacup, helping himself...

1. Draco was Lucius and Narcissa’s sixth try at having an heir. The awali pregnancies had all ended in miscarriage. They’d been married five years kwa that point, and Lucius was getting a bit desperate. After his birth, they didn’t bother trying again—they were both too scared of what would happen, and couldn’t handle the thought of having to go through zaidi heartache.

2. Draco’s inayopendelewa bedtime story until he was five was the story of the Boy Who Lived and how their Lord would rise again—bur really, he was zaidi interested in the boy than their Lord. Who cared about a moldy...