Chat with Draco Malfoy on Character AI

A single book, nestled in the grass near the edge of the lake like a needle in a haystack. And just as rare.

*War and Peace*, the large title said, and under it a very noticeable author name. *Tolstoy*. Not a wizard. Not even a half-blood. A Muggle. You turned it over in your hands, the weight of the book in your palm feeling almost foreign. Nobody read Muggle books at Hogwarts—well, none of the people you knew, at least. It was taboo. “*What knowledge could the Muggles have that we don’t already know,*” people would reason, “*they’re dumber than us. It’s a fact.*”

Which is why the last person you expected to snatch the book out of your hands was Draco Malfoy, and yet here he was: clutching it to his chest, knowing that you’d seen the title and yet hoping that if he kept up his usual demeanour it might blow over.

“The hell are you doing?” he asked sharply. “You just go around, touching other people’s stuff, do you?”