Adam in Real World and Harry Potter(Showbiz/OC/HP/Hollywood)

In the middle of the excitement of the race, Adam started feeling hungry and decided to get up and buy something to satisfy his sudden appetite. There were so many unique and delicious things in the magical world—he would never get tired of trying them.

After buying everything he wanted (and maybe a bit more than necessary), he made his way back to his seat—but quickly changed his mind when he saw the race getting even more intense. Instead of wasting time walking back, he found a spot nearby, settled in, and focused on the competition.

A few minutes passed before he felt a presence beside him.

Turning his head, he found himself next to a girl a few years older than him, with silvery hair and striking blue eyes, watching the race with the same level of interest as him. Her posture was elegant, though there was a slight ease in her demeanor—not as rigid as most children of magical aristocracy.

When their eyes met, she tilted her head slightly, in a gesture so subtle it was almost unnoticeable.

"It's quite the race, don't you think?" she commented, her French accent noticeable but refined.

Adam nodded.

"Definitely. Far better than some of the dreadfully dull gatherings my parents drag me to"

She let out a soft laugh.

"Yes, some of those events are simply unbearable. My name is Fleur Delacour"

Adam shook her hand politely, noting that her grip was firm yet graceful.

"Draco Malfoy."

For a brief moment, Fleur's expression shifted slightly. It wasn't dramatic, but Adam caught the flicker of recognition in her eyes, followed by the slightest hint of coldness.

It was subtle, but unmistakable.

'Oh, brilliant… the Malfoy name clearly doesn't have the best reputation in her books'

Not that it was surprising. The French magical aristocracy had its own powerful families, and the Malfoys were notorious not just in Britain but in France as well. Their name carried a reputation… and not always a positive one.

But rather than reacting with irritation or discomfort, Adam simply smiled with an air of casual amusement.

"I take it you've heard things about my family?"

Fleur narrowed her eyes slightly, as if evaluating him.

"Perhaps…"

"Let me guess… filthy rich, insufferably proud, utterly arrogant, elitist, and completely obsessed with blood purity?"

Fleur raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by his bluntness.

"Well… I wouldn't have put it quite like that"

Adam shrugged.

"Don't worry. It's not far from the truth. But I like to think I'm the exception…"

"Well, except for the 'proud' bit," he added with a smirk. "Oh and the filthy rich... but one or two out of five isn't so bad, is it? Besides, the "rich" part doesn't count, since my parents are the wealthy ones, not me, at least not yet."

Fleur watched him for a moment longer, as if trying to figure out whether he was being genuine or just saying what she wanted to hear.

Finally, her expression softened.

"I suppose not, it's not so bad," she said with a small, amused smile. "You're… different from what I expected of a Malfoy"

"You know, I don't hear that nearly as often as I should," he joked again, and she actually laughed a little. "Just don't go around saying that too loudly, you might get me in trouble with my parents"

"Don't worry, I won't say a word—so long as you don't mention what I said about your family being filthy rich, insufferably proud, utterly arrogant, elitist, and completely obsessed with blood purity," she teased back.

"Hmm.... if I recall correctly, I was actually the one who said all that"

"Oh, right, my mistake. Well, I suppose I have said it now, haven't I? So, we have a pact of silence" She smiled, and for the first time, Adam started to understand a lot of what he had read about men's impulses when it came to women.

Because right now, he was definitely feeling those impulses towards this beautiful, charming, and charismatic girl.

Yep, Adam could admit—without shame—that he definitely liked her.

Fleur was sharp, perceptive, and unlike many of the aristocratic girls he had met, she didn't seem particularly interested in playing the constant game of appearances.

Talking to her was refreshing—and fun.

They spent the rest of the race making small comments about the riders and their mounts, mocking the extravagant bets of the adults, and laughing at how ridiculously dramatic some wizards got when their winged horse lost.

When the first race ended and the crowd erupted into cheers and murmurs of disappointment, Fleur turned to him.

"Well, Draco Malfoy, I must admit—I didn't expect to like you"

Adam grinned with amusement.

"Yeah… I figured that out from the start, didn't I?" he teased. "And now? What do you think?"

Fleur tilted her head, her smile playful.

"I'm still not sure… but perhaps you're not quite as terrible as I thought"

Adam let out a soft laugh.

"I'll take that as a compliment"

And with that, the night at the Grand Tournament of the Winged Abraxans became a little more interesting.

No—scratch that. It became a lot more interesting.

…

But.... In the end, Draco had to resign himself to saying goodbye to Fleur and returning to his place for the final race. 

Yep, as all good things do, this was bound to come to an end. But he was satisfied, having spent a really good time even if it was only for a little while, and he was really looking forward to seeing her again. So much had he been thinking of her that he hadn't even bothered to regret that his gamble had been a total failure, with the rider of his abraxas being among the last in the race. 

....

Adam had to admit once again that the races had been truly spectacular.

Though, of course, Lucius made it absolutely clear that the Malfoys would never participate in something as "vulgar" as competing.

'But, of course, watching and betting was perfectly acceptable. Hypocrisy at its finest,' Adam thought.

Yes, according to Lucius, those incredible and highly skilled wizard riders were beneath them, and a Malfoy would never lower himself to such things… Never mind the fact that becoming an Abraxan rider was no easy feat. It was an entire profession—one that required talent, rigorous training, and far more than just luck.

But none of that mattered because, to Lucius, the only respectable sports for a wizard were Quidditch and, perhaps, magical dueling, if one even considered that a sport.

Adam loved both. He had already attended a dueling championship with Narcissa once, and it had been incredible. And, of course, Quidditch was just brilliant.

No doubt about that.

But that didn't mean he would look down on Abraxan races. He thought they were just as thrilling.

Honestly, he would have loved to try riding an Abraxan himself, but he already knew Lucius and Narcissa would refuse outright.

And even if Lucius hadn't refused, though, Adam had noticed something rather frustrating.

Animals didn't seem to like him.

At all.

Or, well… saying none of them liked him would be a lie. Snakes seemed to accept him thanks to his ability, but unlike other creatures, serpents were highly independent and solitary by nature. Even when he spoke to them, they were creatures of very few words.

Still, it was incredible to be able to communicate with them.

In fact, Argentum, his snake, had stayed with him even after he had technically set free, just as he had promised.

Narcissa had been desperate to keep the snake locked away, insisting that it shouldn't be allowed to roam freely in the manor. But Lucius, on the other hand, had been quite pleased with Draco's new pet—especially its calm and composed nature.

Of course, Lucius hadn't been entirely on board with Draco letting the snake wander around, but after strictly making him responsible for any and all incidents the serpent might cause, he had reluctantly agreed to let it move around the estate—much to Narcissa's continued disapproval.

Yes, Adam knew she would never forgive him for this.

But he was confident that, eventually, she would get used to Argentum's presence.

And so, over time, despite being naturally distant, Argentum had slowly become a daily presence in Adam's life at Malfoy Manor.

They spoke occasionally, always in private, where no one could see or hear them.

By now, the snake was even comfortable enough to sometimes sleep in the same room as him.

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