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 days after Rhea's discovery in the library felt like she was walking through a storm, trying to hold onto the pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. Every look from Draco weighed heavier than the last, each filled with unspoken emotions. His icy exterior had cracked just enough to let her in, but she could feel the pull of the darkness clinging to him like a shadow. He was running out of time, and they both knew it.
She had spent countless hours in the library, scouring ancient texts and spellbooks for any mention of bloodline curses or ways to break them. But nothing she found could undo centuries of dark magic that clung to Draco's family like a legacy they could never escape.
That morning, as she wandered the halls of Hogwarts, her mind raced. The castle's walls felt too small, its secrets suffocating her. How could they fight this if she couldn't even understand the full scope of the curse? Draco had already resigned himself to his fate, but she refused to let him slip away into the darkness without a fight.
The thought of losing him — truly losing him — was unbearable.
Later that evening, Rhea found herself walking toward the Astronomy Tower, her feet moving of their own accord. The tower had always been her sanctuary, a place where the chaos of the world fell away, leaving only the stars and the quiet of the night. She needed to think, needed space from the heavy weight pressing on her chest.
As she reached the top of the tower, she was startled to find that she wasn't alone. Draco stood by the railing, his pale face illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. His back was to her, and the wind ruffled his hair as he gazed out over the dark expanse of the grounds below.
For a moment, Rhea considered leaving him to his thoughts. But then she remembered the vulnerability in his voice when he had told her he was scared. She couldn't walk away now. Not when he needed her.
"Draco," she called softly, stepping closer.
He didn't turn at first, but she saw the tension in his shoulders as he gripped the railing tighter. When he finally turned to face her, there was a storm behind his grey eyes, a mix of fear, frustration, and something else she couldn't quite place.
"I didn't expect you to come here," Draco said quietly, his voice rough from exhaustion. "I thought you'd given up by now."
Rhea frowned, taking another step closer until she was standing beside him. "Given up on what? You?"
Draco let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "On saving me. You can't, you know. I'm too far gone."
Rhea felt a flash of anger rise up inside her, but she swallowed it down, focusing on the boy standing in front of her — the boy who had pushed everyone away his whole life because he was terrified of letting them see the truth.
"You're not gone, Draco," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the night air like a knife. "You're still here, fighting this. And as long as you're fighting, I'm not giving up on you."
