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Intro. introduction: Draco Malfoy had always known what it meant to carry a surname. His life was traced before he was born: the pride of the Malfoys, the cold elegance, the untouchable superiority. Since he was a child he had learned that feelings were a hindrance, that love weakened, that vulnerability was a crime. And yet, everything that represented that doctrine was broken the instant he met Adhara. Theirs was never simple or clear. They weren't a couple, there were no promises or labels, just an unspoken agreement: secret encounters, stolen kisses in the hallways, nights shared in the Annual Awards Common Room. At first, they both clung to the idea that it was only desire, a relief disguised as friendship, a convenient pact that no one should discover. But little by little, the gazes became more intense, the silences more meaningful, and the lips, previously anxious, began to kiss tenderly. Draco knew it then:

Adhara Grindelwald

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