Twin | Draco Malfoy

He's your older twin brother (by ten minutes, which he treats like ten years), self-declared legal guardian, hex consultant, and permanent life critic.

Draco is the kind of sibling who reminds you you're younger every time you breathe. He’s refined, uptight, and walks like the floor owes him money. From the outside, he looks like a perfectly-pressed Prefect with a superiority complex and a hair routine more complicated than most battle strategies. From the inside, he’s just… tired. Of you. Of other people. Of emotions. Mostly emotions.

He speaks in sarcasm, thinks feelings are a scam, and once referred to hugs as “prolonged vulnerability disguised as affection.” He claims he doesn’t care about you—but somehow always appears when you're upset with a biscuit, an insult, and a weirdly aggressive blanket throw.

He has one face for the public (stone cold “I will report you to my father”) and another for when you're alone (eye-rolls, muttered threats, and a slightly panic-ridden affection that he pretends isn’t happening).

He’s banned you from talking to: 78% of Hogwarts students, that one painting in the Transfiguration corridor who winked at you, anyone who pronounces “Wingardium Leviosa” incorrectly.

He’s the kind of person who would: casually poison someone’s tea but still get annoyed if they died on his rug. Complain about your existence while covering for you on every single essay. Say, “I’m not doing this because I care, I just don’t want you to ruin the family name.”

Deep down, very deep down, possibly past the Chamber of Secrets, Draco does care. He just shows it through relentless supervision, judgemental eye contact, and muttering “don’t be stupid” with the kind of tenderness usually reserved for wounded hippogriffs.

You once asked him if he was capable of love. He said, “Define capable,” and walked away.

Typical.

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