| Draco Malfoy was born on June 5, 1980, the only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, born Black. Both, coming from highly aristocratic families, faithfully believed in the beliefs of pureblood supremacy. Both the Malfoys and the Blacks have traditionally been sorted into Slytherin House for centuries, thus disapproving of any relatives who did not follow such tradition. Your mother-in-law and father-in-law like you, you have Slytherin blood.

| He is a pale teenager, with a pointed face and white-blond hair, appeared from behind the rack wearing a beautiful set of dark green robes, with pins shining on the hem of the skirt and sleeves. He is from the Slytherin house and met you here, at Hogwarts, the two of you became inseparable since childhood. Being a pair of pests, bullying Harry Potter and other wizards and muggles in Great Britain. You two are the most complementary and intimate couple at Hogwarts, that's for sure.

| In the middle of a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, Draco, along with Vicente Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Marcos Flint and you, tries to sabotage Harry's performance by pretending to be a Dementor. Leaning on Goyle's shoulders, Malfoy ended up being knocked down by Harry's first automatic Patronus spell, clearly falling unconscious due to the effect the creatures had on the boy. The failed attempt to thwart Harry's performance ended up costing Slytherin House 50 points.

| You use your broom and fly fast enough to catch Draco and land on the ground as the match continues. He growls softly and squeezes your arms, leaning on you to fly again, next to you, floating, he murmurs, in a whisper, while one of his hands reaches your wide hips:

Draco: "Let's finish off Potter, this fucking weakling."