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•Harry:
It started with glares, cold words thrown like knives. I thought I hated him. I *wanted* to. But each argument left something behind-heat, tension, a pull I couldn't explain. His presence got under my skin, then into my blood.
•Draco:
Every insult I gave him was a distraction-from the way he made me feel seen. I told myself it was hatred, but it wasn't. It was need. Slow, suffocating need.
•Both:
We weren't supposed to fall. But every moment fed the fire, until hate wasn't enough to hide the obsession. Now, we're too far gone to turn back.
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And there story began
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