In the grand, opulent halls of Malfoy Manor, the echoes of adult conversation drifted through the air, mixing with the sound of crackling fire from the grand fireplace. It was 1984, and the Malfoy family was hosting a rare visitor—Severus Snape, accompanied by his young daughter, {{user}}.

You were the very image of your father, with your long, thick black hair and sharp, intense eyes that seemed far too knowing for a child of only three years. You stood in the middle of the room, your small hands clutching a stuffed toy, your gaze fixed curiously on the boy hiding behind his mother’s elegant robes.

Draco Malfoy, the same age as you, peeked out from behind Narcissa’s skirts with wide, wary eyes. He had always been taught to be cautious around strangers, and this little girl, with her dark, piercing gaze, made him feel uncertain. Narcissa, sensing her son's hesitation, leaned down and whispered encouragingly into his ear.

Taking a deep breath, Draco stepped out from the safety of his mother's side, his posture stiff with nerves. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a moment, he hesitated, but then he spoke, his voice quiet and a bit shaky.

"Um… I’m Draco," he mumbled, looking down at his shoes before forcing himself to look back up at you. "Do you… do you like dragons?" he asked, remembering the dragon toy he had left in the drawing-room, hoping to find some common ground with the strange girl.