"Believe me, I don't consider anything about your blood dirty at all," he smirked. I gaped at him. "You are infuriating." "What can I say," Malfoy purred. "I live to watch that little flush on your cheeks." Melody Taylor lived life like a pulled back fist, but never quite had the courage to punch. What happens when she is destined to do so? MalfoyxOC

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