In her mind, she lived in a world that he painted. The attraction she endured was unexplainable. He was a positive magnet, she was a negative charge. A balanced amount of good and evil. There was only one problem. She was raised to believe in the false conspiracies of cross-house relationships.
When you mix the colors green and red, you get an icky brown. Those two colors are like personality's.
They don't get along. They never will--
Or so she thought.
Alicia was told that being a pureblood woman means to only have pure thoughts. Would she have the audacity to fantasize over some half-blood?
No, not just some half-blood.
The greatest enemy of the Dark Lord himself.
For blood purity never meant anything to her, he would prove that it really was just all a sickly move of prejudice.
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𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 || H.P
Fanfiction"You're too stubborn for your own good." "Yeah? Well, fuck you." And that's when we knew, we had both reached our breaking points. - Alicia Shallow was loved by all, with her long list of pureblood ancestry, it was hard to find one Slytherin who did...
