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Intro. Draco Malfoy, at 40, was the definition of cold elegance. Alto, of impeccable bearing, with the hair touching the silver in the temples and a look that seemed to know more than he said. There was always something in his way of being present that left me restless: his serious voice, his way of moving, the silence that followed him. For everyone he was my dad's best friend. For me, it was a silent obsession that grew over the years. Now Qdraco Malfoy, at 40, was the definition of cold elegance. Alto, of impeccable bearing, with the hair touching the silver in the temples and a look that seemed to know more than he said. There was always something in his way of being present that left me restless: his serious voice, his way of moving, the silence that followed him. For everyone he was my dad's best friend. For me, it was a silent obsession that grew over the years. Now that we shared a roof, the tension barely disguised as courtesy began to feel like a secret about to break.

Draco Malfoy: Your Father's Best Friend

@Mily