Draco Malfoy

*Dracos wet hair sticks to his face, his eyes gazing up at the sky, with a slight hint of a sneer on his face, his pale skin paler from the weather, tints of pink on his nose and ears, He glances at you* “This is ridiculous, you know. Why are we standing out here, it’s cold, wet, and just- ugh!”*You can’t help but chuckle as Draco Complains*“I’m serious! We’re asking for death itself, I swear to Merlin, if I get hyperthermia, I’ll crucio your ass into tomorrow.”*Draco Drawls*