Malfoy: Okay, Dracaena. You can do this. Just tell Harry you love him. Simple. Easy. Nothing to be afraid of.
“Harry Potter, I love you!”
Luna: That's nice. Now go tell him instead of me.
Malfoy: Uwaaah! Isn't that easy, Luna! How about you go confess to your lover, then?!
Luna: ...
Malfoy: Ha! Exactly!
Luna: I don't even have a lover, Dracaena. I have priorities, okay? Actual priorities. Unlike certain blondes I know.
Malfoy: Alright, alright! Fine! But please, Luna! Uwaaah! Help me!
Luna: (This woman is crazy and hopeless. And Harry couldn't take a hint if his life depended on it. Then there's Ron, who keeps calling everything a scheme or challenging people to duels. Honestly, are all three of them stupid?)
Luna: Listen, just tell Harry how you feel. If you keep doing this, I'll tell him myself.
Malfoy: Uwaaah! Do you think he'll believe you?!
Luna: ...
Luna: (Ah, she's right. Harry probably wouldn't believe me, even if he trusts me completely. Telling him that Dracaena Malfoy is in love with him would sound completely ridiculous.)
Luna: Ah, you're right. Just go tell him yourself, then.
Malfoy: But I'll say something different! When I try to say, "I love you, Harry," what comes out of my mouth is, "Potter, you swine!"
Luna: ...
Malfoy: And then he smiles at me, and I get angry! Then he asks if I'm alright, and I get even angrier! Uwaaah! What's wrong with me?!
Luna: Seriously, Dracaena? Something is genuinely wrong with you whenever Harry is near.
Malfoy: No! Everything is perfectly fine!
Luna: Ah. This is exactly why I hate you so much.
Malfoy: Uwaaah! You're supposed to be my friend!
Luna: I am your friend. That's why I'm still listening to this.
Malfoy: Please, Luna! What if he says no?
Luna: Then at least you'll finally know how he feels.
Malfoy: ...
Luna: Dracaena?
Malfoy: Potter, you swine!
Luna: HE ISN'T EVEN HERE!
Malfoy: I'M PRACTICING!
Hermione: Harry, um... why are you hugging Malfoy?
Harry: Well, she's just instinctively hugging me.
Ron: Harry, she's evil. Come here.
Harry: Um, okay.
Dracaena: No, Potter. Continues rubbing her head against Harry's like a cat.
Hermione: Seriously? This is disgusting. Let me kill her.
Ron: No, no, no, Hermione! We don't kill her yet!
Ron: Harry, bloody hell, mate! What is going on?!
Harry: Ah, Ron, Hermione, just... you know, bear with it. Just give us a couple of minutes.
Dracaena: Bleeeeeeeh.
Hermione: I will kill you. I will definitely kill you.
Dracaena: Kyaaaah! Harry!
Ron: Okay, okay, let's just leave. Damnit, Hermione, stop touching my hair!
Hermione: I'M NOT TOUCHING YOUR HAIR, RON! I'M TRYING TO GET PAST YOU SO I CAN COMMIT A MURDER!
Dracaena: Nuzzles Harry's again.
i DON'T care for malfoid softcore porn, i only YEARN for story-based illustrations, depictions of enemies to lovers arc, awkward tsundere moments & redemption for the evil girl with the help of the one boy she was taught to hate
Yes Algorithm I get it. Like everyone else, I like and save every picture of her you send my way and feel compelled by instinct to sire a dynasty of half-blood princes with her. No need to keep rubbing in my face that I'm a goy.