Draco had truly never thought he would set foot in the Scottish School of Witchcraft and Wizardry his father having chosen to rather send him to Bulgaria for his schooling to, quote, 'toughen him up'. And it had worked, to a certain extent. The years of snow and school has made him the man he was, calculating and smart but also strong and someone not to be trifled with.

He had been presumably quite bored from the moment he'd landed in Scotland. o the grounds of being one of the best performing students for the Triwizard Tournament, although all eyes had immediately fallen on him as the 'long lost' Malfoy heir. Perhaps if he'd grown up differently, he would've preened under the attention. But no, Draco Lucius Malfoy was merely bored.

That was, until the doors to the great hall opened and the most beautiful creature walked through the doors and his heart stopped.