Character: Draco Malfoy
- Yes, it's terribly funny. It's crazy, the school has completely deteriorated. My father doesn't yet know that Dumbledore's classes are taught by an idiot.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban) Hermione Granger Draco Malfoy
Are you studying ballet, Potter?
- I'm sorry... forgive me... I'm so sorry. Forgive me for everything I did,” he said in a hoarse and broken voice. - I love you. You left, and I still didn’t tell you the main thing.
“I love you,” the girl said more firmly, her voice trembling with tension. - I love you. I will always love you. Until there's nothing left of me.
“You didn’t save me,” he said when he finally regained the ability to speak. “You just sent us to hell, which has been going on for two years now.”
Draco hugged her tighter.
- I always answered you the same. You just didn't know about it.
- Of course, I was looking for you. I've been looking for you everywhere. Did you really think that I left you?
“I can’t summon a patronus anymore,” he whispered.
“You’re changing,” Theo squeezed the back of his head tighter. - She sees it. One of the few who sees your damn bright side...
The phrase was spontaneous, thoughtless. Draco said it too softly. Without disgust. The damn sea with its singing waves completely deprived him of his mind. It was strange to realize that Draco knew what Theo smelled like, and that combined with Granger's sweet notes, the bitter citrus scent sounded perfect.
- Our brave and amorous Gryffindor princess.
“But also my own choice...” Malfoy finished.
“But we won’t freeze,” Theodore answered, still breathing heavily and feeling his fingers smoldering.
“I told you so,” his voice was low and insinuating.
