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- Parts 11
"Keep it on," he murmured, pulling the collar tight beneath her chin. His thumbs lingered against the hollow of her throat-rough, burning warm, and far too gentle for someone who made a career out of breaking rules. "You look better in it anyway."
In a castle slowly suffocating under the weight of an inevitable war, self-preservation is Maeve's only golden rule. Keep your head down. Wear the green and silver. Don't ask questions about the letters your father burns before breakfast.
And above all: stay clear of Fred Weasley.
Fred is loud, golden, reckless, and entirely impossible to ignore. He smells of spark-powder and cedarwood, builds empires out of cheap pranks, and looks at her as if Slytherin dungeons and Gryffindor banners are just decorative nonsense meant to be torn down.
What starts with scrubbing congealed cauldrons in a cold cellar spirals into stolen Muggle records in the Astronomy Tower, frosted dances in the rose garden, and touches lingering in pitch-black corridors. But as the dark marks begin to bleed into reality and the line between surviving and surrendering dissolves, loving a boy made of fire becomes the most dangerous gamble of all.
Because some people don't just love you.
They leave an anchor in your chest while the ship goes down.
[ Year 3 - Post-Battle of Hogwarts ]
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