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"Greetings, my name is Draco. Draco Malfoy," I announced, holding my head high with pride.
"Y/n Moonstone," the girl smiled and shook my hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Y/n," I replied with a smile. "Likewise," Y/n smiled back, leaving me curious as to how someone could be so... beautiful.
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The girl had captivated my attention in a sudden, inexplicable manner. The way she tilted her head to look at me... it was endearing, though I struggled to put my feelings into words.
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FanficY/n Moonstone and Draco Malfoy, both purebloods, grew up in wealth and privilege. Y/n remained humble, valuing people regardless of status. Draco, however, let his privilege shape his views. Their paths crossed at Hogwarts, and love quietly blossome...
