― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

❝ 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙙? ❞ 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢: 𝘊𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘳 ✹ 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳-𝘔𝘢𝘯: 𝘕𝘰 𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 -ˋˏ 𝑴𝑪𝑼 𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝒙 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑪 ˎˊ-