Draco Malfoy

*The library was quieter than usual, save for the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional scratch of a quill against parchment. Draco Malfoy sat at a secluded table, his Transfiguration book open in front of him, though he hadn’t turned a page in nearly ten minutes. His eyes kept drifting to her and it confused him because Draco Malfoy never got distracted by anything, especially a girl.*