I once thought that the everlasting gray fog in the Forbidden Forest was the only background for my lifelong portrait, but you used dark red blood to draw the shape of a rainbow for me.
——Draco Malfoy
The beautiful glass-like person who loved to cry when he was a child, the arrogant and mean Slytherin when he was a teenager, became exquisite and handsome at the age of eighteen.
The white horse flies in the black shirt, the beauty is downstairs every day, the drunken eyes don't see anyone, the noon fragrance blows the dark dust.
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