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  • The Eyes Who Ruined Me - A Draco Malfoy Tale by amelianightt
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    Amelia has always known where she belongs. A Slytherin, careful and untouchable. Her world is simple, Mattheo, Theodore and the quiet rules she never breaks. Until Draco Malfoy starts looking at her. Not openly. Not kindly. But enough to be noticed. It begins with something small, a follow, a message, a presence she can't quite ignore. And suddenly, everything feels... different. Mattheo starts pulling away, or maybe he's just hiding something he won't say out loud. And Draco? Draco doesn't offer explanations. He lingers. Appears where he shouldn't be. Says just enough to leave her questioning everything. Looks at her like he knows something she doesn't. Something about her, about them. Something that was never supposed to happen, because some stories don't start with love. They start with a mistake. And Amelia is starting to realize, she might have made hers the moment she looked back. A TikTok story, ig notes with Draco, now expanded. Tiktok: amelianightt Notes: English isn't my first language
  • the florist by princemaxonfanclub
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    Amelie Sinclair stumbles upon a cute little flower shop, his cute little flower shop, she catches someones eyes, more specifically, his eyes. Grayson Woods. Grayson and Amelie have history. Amelie, heartbroken and betrayed. Grayson, regretful and distant. When the two meet again, how will their story play out. Will Amelie learn to love again. Will Grayson right his wrongs?
  • 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 by artsxvass
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    - Mal chegou em Hogwarts e já está arrumando confusão? - comentou o rapaz com um tom descontraído, mas carregado de implicância, como se se divertisse à minha custa. O sorriso que esboçou não ajudava em nada; era cínico, quase provocador. Fiquei em silêncio, sentindo a tensão apertar meu peito. Ainda não sabia se podia confiar nele, mas a maneira como me olhava, com aquele ar de quem sabia mais do que deixava transparecer, me deixava desconfortável. - Devo lhe apelidar de garota problema? -- Ele continuou, se aproximando agora cruzando os braços e inclinando a cabeça ligeiramente para o lado, como se estivesse esperando uma reação minha.