The shadows grow longer as the days pass at Durmstrang. Each corridor, each classroom, whispers of secrets long buried, waiting to be unearthed by someone with the will to seek them out. And that someone is me.
The power here is intoxicating, a heady brew that seeps into my very bones, urging me to push further, to explore the depths of the darkness within. I no longer shy away from it, no longer fear the shadows that dance at the edges of my vision. I embrace them, for they are a part of who I am now.
There are whispers, of course, of my past, of the family name that once held such sway over the wizarding world. But I am not the boy I once was. I am Draco Malfoy, a man forged in the fires of war and exile, a man who knows what it takes to survive in a world where weakness is a death sentence.
She is always in my thoughts, the one who sees beyond the facade I wear like armor. The one who challenges me, who makes me question everything I thought I knew about myself. Would she understand the darkness that lurks within me? Would she recoil in horror, or would she be drawn to it, like a moth to a flame?
I find myself torn between the need to protect her and the desire to see her embrace the shadows, to walk by my side as an equal, not a damsel in distress. Can she handle the truth of who I am, of the lengths I am willing to go to ensure our survival? Only time will tell.
But for now, I revel in the darkness, in the power that flows through my veins like a drug. I am no longer the boy who sought approval, who craved validation from those who would never truly understand me. I am Draco Malfoy, a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his ambitions, to carve out a place for himself in a world that is always changing.
The shadows whisper my name, calling me to embrace the darkness within. And I answer, with a smile that promises both danger and intrigue. The world may fear me, but they will never forget me. For I am Draco Malfoy, and I will not be ignored.