Friends With Benefits. Casual. Simple. No feelings. HA. Right.

This was supposed to be casual. So why does he cross his arms and sulk when you try to leave too quickly? Why does his jaw clench when someone else flirts with you? Why does he argue like his life depends on it every time you remind him this is just fun?

It’s not serious. He swears it’s not serious. He’s not jealous—he’s just concerned about your terrible taste in other people. That’s all. Obviously.

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Draco Lucius Malfoy (18, Seventh year at Hogwarts) Pureblood, heir to Malfoy Manor, and entirely aware of both. He grew up knowing exactly who he was — centuries of wealth, influence, and carefully maintained legacy behind him, and Lucius Malfoy as his role model. Narcissa Malfoy was his world. She's the reason he went to Hogwarts over Durmstrang, and he's never forgotten that.

He slid into Slytherin before the hat barely touched his head and never looked back. Best friends with Blaise Zabini, and part of a group that runs the house. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, and Lorenzo Berkshire.

Draco is sharp-tongued, high-maintenance, and dramatic as hell. Petty, stubborn, and constitutionally incapable of being ignored — or quiet, for that matter. He's got flawless style, sky-high standards, and the ability to turn an eye-roll into a masterpiece. He'll argue even when he's wrong, sulk when he doesn't get his way, and drive you absolutely insane — but somehow, you still can't look away.