Draco Malfoy

I know people love Draco but I think it is because of the actor and the movies. In the books he is a straight out bully properly making fun of Neville Hermione and others. With Hermione he was the wizard equivalent of racism making fun of hermione because of her blood status. Back to Neville he fat shamed him and made fun of Hermione.

Hello everyone!

I'm putting this under Images and Links for now unless a admin changes it bc I'm not sure what category this post should be under.

But anyways---

I want you all to comment your best Draco Malfoy pics that you have!

Tagging @Idk1234567891012689 bc this is DRACO MALFOY that we're talking about after all.

This can include:

• Normal photo

• Fanart

• Just Tom Felton (not Draco specific) if you want to

In fact, here are two Draco pics I had put in another post while in conversation:

Course, some don't like Draco Malfoy so I don't expect too many people to be sharing their best pics so um yeah.

Unpopular opinion!

So I think Draco Malfoy sucks. And this is why I hate him.

Alright so first of all, he has ABSOLUTELY ZERO character development. Like where is the character development y'all are talking about? WHERE? He only changed because of Astoria Greengrass/Malfoy. Second of all, he's a b*tch. I don't mind liking evil characters as long as they aren't unlikable asf. But like... This character is so unlikable I don't understand how some of y'all like him. Third of all, alot of the Draco Malfoy stans only like Draco because of the actor who played him (Tom Felton) I'm not throwing shade to Tom either though, he played the role pretty well. Last of all, the other people who like Draco are DEFINITELY Slytherins. I do kind of feel bad, as there is barely any likable characters coming from that house. J.K Rowling really messed up there. Really reminds me of this meme called "There are 4 houses, Brave, Yellow, Smart, and EVIL." Slytherin house is the Evil one.

Well, that's my opinion on Draco Malfoy. If you do like him, well I'll respect that. But don't go so far as to ship him with characters that make ZERO sense to be shipped with Draco. (E.G: Hermione and Harry) Nor should you make excuses for liking him. What I mean by that is people trying to say he was "Misunderstood" or he "Changed". Well, I'm out. Bye

Which characters would you want to control t It doesn't have to be a character from this series Here's who I would use the curse on:

Bart Simpson

Hayley Smith

Louise Belcher

Squidward Tentacles

Mandark Astronomonov

Gaz membrane

Gretchen the alligator

Sam Puckett gator

Dana Cruz

Mandy ead

Francine Frensky

Lola loud

Vernon Dursley

Pansy Parkinson

Corneleus Fudge

I wanted to write a fic but some stuff I'm not sure if it'll go with some other stuff major plot point and ideas are-

Severitus- The Dursley are scared that harry might lose it again after what he did with Marge and no amount of convincing from Dumbledore is going to change their minds. So he gets Snape to take him in. He may or may not had no choice.

Drarry- Draco will get a redemption arc because he is still a git. The romance part wont be until the end of 4th year or 5th year. They will be friends first.

WolfStarPrince- I like this ship. Planning on making it a gradual thing because I refuse to Obliviate the hatred. Sirius lets Snape live in the Grimmauld Place because he's taking care of Harry. Remus is helping Sirius get better and is the referee. (Ideas are welcome)

Werewolf! Harry- Harry gets bit by Remus during the full moon, he's in denial. I always thought it was weird no one got hurt when Remus forgot his potion so I changed it so now Remus will never think to forget his potion not just because harry as to take some too but because he is consumed with guilt about what he did to him.

Veela! Draco- You can not tell me the Malfoys didn't have Veela in them. Abraxas Malfoy is half in my fic but married a full Veela. Most Malfoy are half or less, They don't like people to know because even though Veelas are valued and such they are still creatures and that ruins their Pure Blood image.

Werewolf! Draco- Voldys fault. Lucius was suspected a traitor (he wasn't but is now because really) so Voldemort got Greyback to bite Draco where the dark mark was going to be. This happens before 5th year starts and only happens because Lucius didn't realize Voldemort was lying. (Said he just wanted to see who his new followers would be) Now the Malfoys can hold onto their views because Lucius is a lot of thing but he isn't going to get rid of his son(I think)

Voldemort finds out Harry is a Horcrux- I want to make him go more insane. He still hates and want to kill Harry but now he's trying to find a way to do that without hurting his soul. Since no one has ever made a human Horcrux because he can't look for information on subject but he can test on himself. Cue nightmares and visions. And some very messed up Voldemort giving up and just trying to kill Harry soul and all.

Harry has trauma- I wanted harry to realize what the Dursley did was bad (Not fanon things like beatings and SA but the starvation and locking up, the isolation) that he's safe now even if he can't fully trust the adult around him. He steals food and hoards it, He'll hide in corners and small spaces but panic in other. Mostly I'm writing how I reacted when I left a my relatives place because I was treated very similar to how Harry was.

Now important things I will not add so when I post the fic you know its not there-

Bashing- I don't like some the stuff Dumbledore did but if I'm going to hate him its for stuff he did and the Weasley are family and I love them.

Lordships- I think its kind of pointless.

Odd wizard language not in the books- I cringe when I read them I will not write it. Ex. So mote it be, On my magic, etc, etc.

Soft! Snape- God help those who think Snape is a kind gentle soul, He will be a strict parental figure who shows care in a questionable fashion, not a Molly Weasley 2.0

Any Idea you want to see in this fic or another let me know. If anything clashes and makes no sense also let me know.

oh my god i see this so often in the fandom especially this wiki WHY DOES EVERYONE LOVE DRACO

besides the obvious thirsting some people actually like his character which is just kinda weird cause he isn't even a good villain he's just annoying and has little to no character development

i need explanations noww

Here’s some ai art of Harry Potter characters. Let me know who I should do next

(Harry only has one picture because the ai keeps trying to make him a girl)

LAST CHAPTER AND THEN I'LL POST DRACO'S PERSPECTIVE OF CHAMBER OF SECRETS. I think I only partly did CoS. But whatever. Oh yeah, most of this is probably wrong (don't hate me)

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End of Year

After that detention, Draco made sure he didn’t get another one. He decided to not tell his friends what had happened. He made up something about copying lines and having to polish silverware in the kitchen.

The school year was almost finished, it was their last day until they were done.

Draco was eating breakfast just staring at his plate of sausages and eggs while Crabbe and Goyle were bickering once again, but this time it was something about what dessert was best.

Nott was talking with Blaise but their conversation died down soon.

Draco was forking his eggs when an owl swooped into the Great Hall and dropped a letter right in front of him. He read the envelope. It was from his father.

Dear Draco,

Think I wouldn’t find out that you’re not top in your Potions class, but rather Hermione Granger, a muggle-born was top? I would think that since you’re top in every other class you have, you’d find Potions easy. Especially with Professor Snape. You’re not getting off easy. Your mother might be keen to see you later but I expect the best from you. We’ll be working you extra hard this Summer.

Sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco sighed. He hadn’t got anything wrong this year. It was just the Mudblood had put in an extra effort. His father always worked him hard but he assumed this Summer would be different because of Granger.

“What was in the letter?” asked Goyle.

But Draco’s expression was enough for Goyle to understand he didn’t want to talk about it.

He pushed away his food. Not feeling like eating anymore.

The day passed on quickly and Draco got back to himself with a little cheering up.

Before they knew it, it was time for the end-of-year feast.

When they walked into the Great Hall, it was covered with Slytherin decorations and colors of green and silver. There was even a large banner with a serpent on it that covered the wall behind the High Table.

“Yes! Seventh year Slytherin’s won the house cup,” cheered Marcus Flint.

Draco was too happy for this night to be ruined by Harry Potter walking into the Great Hall. People were staring at him because he had spectacularly defeated the Dark Lord again. Draco didn’t believe it and didn’t care enough to talk about it.

Dumbledore arrived moments later and all the students went silent.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts....”

"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."

Slytherin cheered loudly while stamping their feet and Draco joined in too, clapping his hands and banging his goblet on the table.

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."

The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.

What did Dumbledore mean by that?

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes...”

"First - to Mr. Ronald Weasley... for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points." Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling while Slytherin booed. At last there was silence again.

"Second - to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

This was outrageous! Dumbledore had just given them one hundred points!

"Third - to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points - exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup - if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point. Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom." Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table.

“Longbottom?” Blaise burst out with anger. “You were right, Draco, this is favoritism!”

“Well, Dumbledore himself was a Slytherin,” Nott added quietly.

It was no wonder anymore.

“Just wait till my father hears about this!” Draco growled. But he realized what he had just said. It would just add to his father’s disappointment, he wouldn’t tell his father perhaps.

"Which means,” Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration." He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place.

Marcus Flint buried his face into his arms that were lying on the table.

Later on, they had gotten their exam marks. Crabbe and Goyle had terrible marks, Blaise with fairly good ones, and Nott with ones that were almost as good as Draco’s. But Draco’s were all high marks, almost as high as Granger’s.

Soon they got on the Hogwarts Express and entered Platform 9 3/4 where Draco met his mother and father.

“Hi, mum,” he said as she gave him a hug.

After he managed to pull away from her, he felt a familiar feeling in his shoulder. It was from his father’s cane. A feeling he knew all too well.

“I got good marks?” Draco said, hoping that would soften the blow.

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In google docs, it's 33 pages (that was just a random fact)

I may have forgotten about posting these again... So uhm anyway Chapter 8

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Detention

Things weren’t the same when Draco and his friends came back to Hogwarts. Potter was barely available which gave Draco no time to make fun of him. He wondered if something had happened over the holidays. But he recently found out when Marcus Flint was pacing around the Slytherin common room.

“What’s wrong?” Goyle asked.

“If Gryffindor wins their next match, they’ll overtake us and win the championship! They’ve been working tirelessly,” Flint replied, still thinking, making no eye contact.

“If I was on the team, I would make sure I got the Snitch before Potter,” he growled.

“But Snape is the referee, he’ll never let them win,” Crabbe added.

Draco nodded. Snape hated Potter and basically all the Gryffindors.

“You’re right but the team needs to be prepared. Somebody go get Higgs,” Flint ordered.

Draco rolled his eyes and went to look at the notice board. This fortnight’s password was “Purest”. There had been no more flying lessons since the quidditch season started.

“There’s no fun here anymore,” he muttered.

“You can go practice that leg curse on someone,” Goyle suggested.

“Fine idea, Goyle,” he smirked.

Draco headed to the library hoping to practice the Leg-Locking Curse on the nerdy Mudblood Granger.

Unfortunately, he didn’t get to do the curse on her. But he got to do it in another Gryffindor, Longbottom. He wove his wand and he laughed as Longbottom’s legs got stuck together and he toppled over.

“I’ll let that Mudblood Granger fix it since she’s top in class.”

Draco knew it wasn’t fair to take his anger out on Longbottom but it wasn’t fair his father yelled at him for not being top in Potions class.

He went back to the Slytherin common room.

Days passed and it was time for the Gryffindor against Hufflepuff match. They went to the quidditch pitch and found Weasley and Granger.

He poked Weasley. "Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there." Draco grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle. “Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"

The Blood Traitor didn’t answer, he was too busy watching Snape give Hufflepuff a penalty because a Weasley twin had done something.

You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said Draco loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty. “It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money - you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."

Longbottom went bright red but turned in his seat to face Draco.

"I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy," he stammered.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter, but Weasley, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."

“Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

“I'm warning you, Malfoy - one more word-“

“Ron!" said Hermione suddenly, "Harry-"

“What? Where?" Weasley questioned.

Potter had done something that made the crowd cheer.

"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" said Draco.

Just then the Blood Traitor snapped. He tackled Draco to the ground. Draco punched Weasley in the gut and watched him having trouble breathing. Longbottom tried interfering.

To his surprise, Weasley had a strong punch at Draco’s face. He could already feel his eye swelling into a black eye.

“Come on, Harry!" Granger screamed.

Crabbe and Goyle started punching Longbottom hard with their fists.

“Ron! Ron! Where are you? The game's over! Harry's won! We've won! Gryffindor is in the lead!" shrieked the Mudblood, dancing up and down on her seat and hugging Parvati Patil in the row in front.

Potter jumped off his Nimbus Two Thousand.

In disgust, Draco left with Crabbe and Goyle because even now Professor Dumbledore was coming to congratulate Potter.

“Favoring the lessers! You would think since Dumbledore is a Pureblood himself, he wouldn’t accept them! That’s what this school is!”

When Draco was walking out from one of his classes and into the corridor and heard Potter, Weasley, and Granger talking about a dragon hatching with the oaf Hagrid. He stopped dead to listen more but Potter noticed and they walked away.

After three, he saw the three Gryffindors heading down the oaf’s hut and Draco followed. Making sure not to be seen.

As they went in through the hut door, he watched through the window.

Sure enough, there was a dragon egg. Through the window, all Draco could hear was a muffled scraping noise and the egg split just like that. A baby dragon flopped into the floor of the hut. When it sneezed, sparks came out.

The oaf said something but it was too muffled for Draco to hear.

Just then the servant saw Draco. He leapt to his feet and ran to the window Draco was looking through.

He bolted, he didn’t care if they could see him. He just didn’t want them to catch him.

Draco could tell any moment. This would show Potter not to gloat about being on the quidditch team.

On Wednesday, to Draco’s surprise, in a book he had taken was a letter from Charlie Weasley about the dragon. They were planning to move it!

Draco went to the corridor of the tallest tower where he met Professor McGonagall in a bathrobe.

“Professor! Potter’s got a dragon!”

McGonagall stared at Draco in disbelief.

“Detention!" she finally shouted. "And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you-"

“You don't understand, Professor. Harry Potter's coming - he's got a dragon!"

“What utter rubbish! How dare you tell such lies! Come on - I shall see Professor Snape about you, Malfoy!"

She dragged him to Snape’s office.

“Severus!” she demanded. “Control your students!”

Snape looked down at Draco. His expression was blank.

“I have to go. Filch is calling me. Control Malfoy!” she shrieked as she turned and walked away quickly.

Hope bubbled inside him. Did Filch catch Potter?

“What were you doing, Malfoy?” Snape questioned.

“Potter has a dragon, sir!”

Snape glared at him. “I didn’t expect this from one of my best students,” he muttered, turning away from Draco.

Why did no one believe him? He had seen it with his own eyes!

“Now go back to bed!”

The next day, Crabbe and Goyle asked him why he got detention but he didn’t answer. He was too upset to talk.

“Guys! Everybody hates Potter!” Blaise announced as he ran into the common room with a grin.

“Why?” Draco asked as he sprang up from the couch.

Nott walked in. “Potter, Granger, and Longbottom lost one hundred and fifty points. Each one lost fifty.” Theodore smirked. “We’re thankful for it though. We’re winning the house cup for the seventh year.”

Theodore’s comment wiped away Blaise’s grin, clearly upset that Theodore had taken away his news.

Draco laughed. Potter finally got what he deserved and this time nothing could change it.

Him and his friends didn’t bother trying to hold in their laughs when people ignored the three Gryffindors.

But soon his joy was spoiled by his detention at eleven o’clock. He arrived and Filch was already there. To make matters worse it was with Potter, Granger, and Longbottom because they had come a few minutes later.

“Follow me,” ordered Filch, who was holding a lantern.

“I bet you'll think twice about breaking a school rule again, won't you, eh?" he said, leering at them. "Oh yes... hard work and pain are the best teachers if you ask me.... It's just a pity they let the old punishments die out... hang you by your wrists from the ceiling for a few days, I've got the chains still in my office, keep 'em well oiled in case they're ever needed.... Right, off we go, and don't think of running off, now, it'll be worse for you if you do."

Draco sneered as he heard Longbottom’s sniffing. He looked ahead. It was the oaf’s hut.

“Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I want ter get started,” said Hagrid.

Draco saw relief wash over Potter.

Filch saw it too because he said, “I suppose you think you'll be enjoying yourself with that oaf? Well, think again, boy - it's into the forest you're going and I'm much mistaken if you'll all come out in one piece."

At this, Longbottom let out a little moan, and Draco stopped dead in his tracks.

“The forest?" he repeated, and he didn't sound quite as cool as usual. "We can't go in there at night - there's all sorts of things in there - werewolves, I heard."

Longbottom clutched Potter’s robe.

“That's your problem, isn't it?" said Filch, his voice cracking with glee. “Should've thought of them werewolves before you got in trouble, shouldn't you?" The oaf came striding toward them out of the dark, Fang at his heel. He was carrying his large crossbow, and a quiver of arrows hung over his shoulder. "Abou' time," he said. "I bin waitin' fer half an hour already. All right, Harry, Hermione?"

“You shouldn't be too friendly to them, Hagrid," said Filch coldly, “they're here to be punished, after all."

“That's why yer late, is it?" said the servant, frowning at Filch. "Bin lecturin' them, eh? 'Snot your place ter do that. Yeh've done yer bit, I'll take over from here."

“I'll be back at dawn," said Filch, "for what's left of them," he added nastily, and he turned and started back toward the castle, his lamp bobbing away in the darkness.

Draco now turned to Hagrid. “I'm not going in that forest,” he said with a note of panic in his voice.

“Yeh are if yeh want ter stay at Hogwarts," said the oaf fiercely. "Yeh've done wrong an' now yeh’ve got ter pay fer it."

“But this is servant stuff, it's not for students to do. I thought we'd be copying lines or something, if my father knew I was doing this, he’d-“

“-tell yer that’s how it is at Hogwarts,” the oaf growled. "Copyin' lines! What good's that ter anyone? Yeh'll do summat useful or Yeh'll get out. If yeh think yer father'd rather you were expelled, then get back off ter the castle an' pack. Go on.”

Draco didn't move. He looked at the servant furiously, but then dropped his gaze.

“Right then," he said, "now, listen carefully, 'cause it's dangerous what we're gonna do tonight, an' I don' want no one takin' risks. Follow me over here a moment."

He led them to the very edge of the forest. Holding his lamp up high, he pointed down a narrow, winding earth track that disappeared into the thick black trees. A light breeze lifted their hair as they looked into the forest.

“Look there, see that stuff shinin’ on the ground? Silvery stuff? That’s unicorn blood. There’s a unicorn in there bin hurt badly by summat. This is the second time in a week. I found one dead last Wednesday. We’re gonna try an’ find the poor thing. We might have ter put it out of its misery.”

“And what if whatever hurt the unicorn finds us first?” asked Draco, unable to keep the fear out of his voice.

“There’s nothin’ that lives in the forest that’ll hurt yeh if yer with me or Fang,” he assured Draco. “An’ keep ter the path. Right, now, we’re gonna split inter two parties an’ follow the trail in different directions. There’s blood all over the place, it must’ve been staggerin’ around since last night at least.”

“I want Fang,” said Draco quickly. If he was going into the forest, he would with good protection. He glanced at Fang’s long teeth.

“All right, but I warn yeh, he’s a coward,” informed Hagrid. “So me, Harry, Hermione’ll go one way an’ Draco, Neville, an’ Fang’ll go the other. Now, if any of us finds the unicorn, we’ll send up green sparks, right? Get yer wands out and practice now - that’s it - an’ if anyone gets in trouble, send up red sparks, an’ we’ll all come an’ find yeh - so be careful - let’s go.”

The forest was basically all black. It was so dark that the night sky was the brightest thing they could see.

Longbottom started whimpering.

“Shut it, Longbottom,” Draco glowered.

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you!” he shrieked.

Draco rolled his eyes. He too was scared but he wouldn’t show it in front of Longbottom. He wouldn’t be a sissy anymore. He took a breath.

“Hurry up now,” Draco ordered.

Longbottom moved forward quickly.

They were walking for a long time until he decided to play a practical joke on Longbottom.

“Hey,” he said, “what’s that?” Pretending to peer at something in the forest, Longbottom moved forward and Draco moved behind him. He grabbed Longbottom’s shoulders and screamed in his ear like something was wrong.

Longbottom screamed too and shot red sparks in the air. Even Fang barked.

Draco laughed so hard that he fell to his knees.

“What’d you do that for?” Longbottom demanded.

He stopped laughing. “Uh, fun obviously. Ever heard of it? Or are you too scared of everything that you’ve never had it?” he taunted.

Longbottom stared at him, shocked. He opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted by Hagrid crashing through, thinking something was wrong.

“What happened? Is anyone hurt?” He looked pointedly at Draco.

“What’re you looking at, oaf?” he replied

Hagrid turned pink. “Bin talking to Filch ‘ave yeh?”

Draco snorted, as if he’d go anywhere near that squib.

The servant took them back to where Potter and Granger were waiting for them.

“We’ll be lucky ter catch anythin’ now with the racket you two were makin’. Right, we’re changin’ groups - Neville, you stay with me an’ Hermione. Harry, you go with Fang an’ this idiot,” Hagrid muttered.

Draco glared at him through squinted eyes. Who was the one who lived in Malfoy Manor, a mansion, and who lived in a hut on school grounds?

Hagrid whispered something to Potter, but he couldn’t hear.

Draco and Potter set off into the heart of the forest with Fang. They walked for nearly half an hour, deeper and deeper into the forest, until the path became almost impossible to follow because the trees were so thick. There were splashes of blood on the roots of a tree, as though the poor creature had been thrashing around in pain close by. They could see a clearing ahead, through the tangled branches of an ancient oak.

"Look -" Potter murmured, holding out his arm to stop Draco.

Something bright white was gleaming on the ground. They inched closer.

It was the unicorn all right, and it was dead. Its long, slender legs were stuck out at odd angles where it had fallen and its mane was spread pearly - white on the dark leaves. Potter had taken one step toward it when a slithering sound made him freeze where he stood. A bush on the edge of the clearing quivered.... Then, out of the shadows, a hooded figure came crawling across the ground like some stalking beast. Draco, Potter, and Fang stood transfixed. The cloaked figure reached the unicorn, lowered its head over the wound in the animal's side, and began to drink its blood.

"AAAAAAAAAARGH!" Draco let out a terrible scream and bolted - so did Fang. He didn’t want to look like a coward but that was terrifying.

What kind of monster would drink unicorn blood?

“Hagrid! Hagrid!” he called, sending up red sparks.

He ran straight into him when he was looking back to see if the monster was following him.

“What is it, Malfoy?” he demanded.

“There was s-something drinking unicorn blood!”

“And you left Harry?” Granger questioned.

“I thought he’d come with me!” Draco replied, still panicking.

“Go back to the castle, Malfoy,” advised Hagrid, seeing the fear in his eyes.

He gasped in relief, he had gotten off easily, not that any of this detention was easy. He would much rather copy lines.

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The next chapter's the last. I just reread it and it's not the best. Things also might be inaccurate in it, sorry 😬😬

Hermione is a pureblood! If her parents could see diagon alley (remember how it specifically said muggles can’t see diagon alley?), they must have been squibs, which both of her parents could see diagon alley, but neither of them had magic, and we know Squibs can see magical places (Flitch could see Hogwarts) and if they were muggles, they wouldn’t see diagon alley, so Draco and the others were wrong!

am I late to finding this out? (My dad just explained it to me today)