A girl named Rhea had made it to hogwarts, she was doing her first year in 5th year. She will have struggles with her magic and work, until she meets the one and only Draco Malfoy.
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The next few days passed in a blur, with Draco still keeping his distance and Rhea's frustration mounting. She spent hours in the library, researching everything she could about ancient magic, bloodlines, and dark family secrets. Something in Draco's words that night in the forest had unsettled her deeply. Whatever he was struggling with was more than just a family legacy—it was something darker, something that weighed on him like a curse.
One evening, after a particularly frustrating day of classes, Rhea found herself back in the library. The sun had already set, and the dim lighting cast long shadows across the rows of bookshelves. She sat at a small wooden table in the far corner, her nose buried in a thick tome about the history of pure-blood families in Britain.
She flipped through the pages absentmindedly, her mind wandering. No matter how much she read, it felt like she was missing something—like the truth was just out of reach.
As she turned another page, her eyes landed on a passage that made her pause.
"The Malfoy family, one of the most prominent pure-blood families in Wizarding history, has long been associated with the Dark Arts. Known for their alliances with dark wizards throughout the centuries, the Malfoys have held a reputation for ruthlessness, ambition, and a relentless pursuit of power. However, rumors of an ancient curse, passed down through the bloodline, have persisted for generations—though no concrete evidence has ever been found."
Rhea's heart skipped a beat as she read the passage again. A curse? That could explain so much—the weight Draco carried, the darkness he seemed to fight against. But what kind of curse, and how could it be broken?
She closed the book slowly, her mind racing. If Draco was cursed, that would explain why he had been so reluctant to let her in, why he kept pushing her away. He wasn't just protecting her from himself—he was protecting her from something far worse.
Determined to get answers, Rhea stood from the table and left the library, the book clutched tightly in her hand. She knew where she needed to go—the only place where she might find more information about this supposed curse. And she had a feeling that the answers she sought wouldn't be in any library book.
The Slytherin common room was empty when Rhea arrived. The flickering green fire cast eerie shadows across the walls, but she barely noticed as she made her way toward Draco's dormitory. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She knew confronting him was risky, but she couldn't wait any longer. She needed to know the truth.
When she reached his door, she hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the wooden surface. What if he didn't want to talk? What if he shut her out again?
But then she steeled herself and knocked.
A few moments passed in silence, and Rhea wondered if Draco was even there. But just as she was about to turn away, the door creaked open, revealing Draco standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
