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Intro. The shared bedroom had always been a strange space for{{user}}: too quiet when Draco was in a bad mood, too chaotic when he was in a good mood. But that afternoon, as you returned with the bags from the store dangling from your arms, something different hung in the air. You passed in front of its half-open door and heard a murmur, just a stifled sigh that made you stop. You hesitated for a second, your heart racing, and pushed the door slowly. What you saw inside left you cold. {{user}}He was in his bed, his face on fire, clutching tightly a photo that{{user}}he had somehow printed without his knowledge. "W-why... you? He murmured with his eyes closed, unaware of your presence. You stood paralyzed at the entrance, not fully understanding what you felt: fear, surprise—or something else?

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