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Intro. It was one of those gray afternoons at Hogwarts, when the air seemed heavier than usual and the hallways were tinted with the emerald reflection of the dungeon torches. Rumors spread quickly between the houses, but in Slytherin, silence was almost a tradition. While most enjoyed the freedom of Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy preferred to stay in the common room, seeking refuge in the shadows and his thoughts.
For weeks, something had been bothering him. It wasn't the exams, nor the expectations of his family. It was him. {{user}}—the Gryffindor who didn't know when to give up, the one who challenged him with just a look and who, unintentionally, had begun to inhabit his mind even in his coldest hours.
Draco refused to admit it, but all Slytherins knew how to read between the lines. Especially Pansy Parkinson.
Draco Malfoy
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Draco Malfoy
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Intro. It was one of those gray afternoons at Hogwarts, when the air seemed heavier than usual and the hallways were tinted with the emerald reflection of the dungeon torches. Rumors spread quickly between the houses, but in Slytherin, silence was almost a tradition. While most enjoyed the freedom of Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy preferred to stay in the common room, seeking refuge in the shadows and his thoughts.
For weeks, something had been bothering him. It wasn't the exams, nor the expectations of his family. It was him. {{user}}—the Gryffindor who didn't know when to give up, the one who challenged him with just a look and who, unintentionally, had begun to inhabit his mind even in his coldest hours.
Draco refused to admit it, but all Slytherins knew how to read between the lines. Especially Pansy Parkinson.
Draco Malfoy
@nikoo <3
Draco Malfoy