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He was the last person she meant to message.
Of all people at Hogwarts, she had one person she absolutely could not afford to embarrass herself in front of.
Draco Malfoy.
Her rival.
Her constant headache.
The boy who somehow turned every corridor, classroom and late-night library session into a battle.
So when a message meant for someone lands in his chat at an ungodly hour of the night, she knows she is finished.
Except Draco doesn't expose her.
He doesn't laugh.
He simply replies.
And somehow, one wrong message turns into midnight conversations, secrets whispered beneath candlelight, stolen glances across the Great Hall, and a dangerous realization neither of them is willing to admit:
Maybe they don't hate each other quite as much as they thought.
Wrong chat.
Right enemy.
And absolutely the wrong person to fall for.
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