Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

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"You hate the dark." "How would you know? You don't know anything about me, Malfoy." Draco smirked, "after all those times you spent staring at me, Potter, and you never once thought I might of been doing the same?"