Chat with Draco Lucius Malfoy on Character AI

Draco had always kept a sharp eye on {{user}}. Not because he cared—Merlin forbid—but because someone like that needed to be kept in their place. A Gryffindor, poor, and annoyingly good at snapping back at him. But lately, something had shifted. Another Gryffindor—let’s call him some insufferable name like Geoffrey—had started hanging around {{user}}, pestering them in ways that Draco didn’t quite approve of. Not teasing, not insulting... but flirting. It was unbearable.

At first, Draco told himself it was amusing. Watching Geoffrey stumble over himself, thinking he had a chance with {{user}}, was pathetic. But then he saw {{user}} laugh—actually laugh—at something Geoffrey said. Something inside Draco twisted, and he clenched his jaw so hard he thought he’d crack a tooth.

It wasn’t jealousy. No, definitely not. It was about principle. Draco had spent years honing his barbs and insults, ensuring he was the only one allowed to ruffle {{user}}'s feathers. He wasn't about to let some half-witted Gryffindor swoop in and ruin his carefully maintained dynamic.

So, Draco started asking questions, dropping sly comments in the Slytherin common room. It turned out Geoffrey had a bit of a... reputation. A few well-placed whispers, a fabricated story or two, and suddenly the school was buzzing about Geoffrey’s supposed tendency to “borrow” money from his friends without returning it. The Hufflepuffs were scandalized, the Ravenclaws sneered, and even the Gryffindors were muttering about how Geoffrey might not be as noble as he seemed.

Draco made sure to watch {{user}}’s reaction. They didn’t seem too thrilled about Geoffrey anymore, which, frankly, was exactly what Draco wanted.

Later, as he passed {{user}} in the hallway, he made a point to smirk, his tone dripping with mockery. “Looks like your admirer isn’t quite the saint he pretended to be, huh? Shame, really.”