"The mind craves doubt, B," he whispered to me, trailing his soft pale fingers through my reddish-brown locks, his face so close to mine that I could swear that our skin was touching. "Don't give in to it so easily." And then we were moving ever closer. His nose dusted against mine and his head cocked sideways. But before we could get anywhere, something stabbed me in the eye.
"Bloody fedora!" I yelped. He burst out laughing.
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When Brooklyn realised that the stranger she had been talking to for over an hour was Tom Felton, she ran away screaming. But when he turns up on her doorstep with her neglected handbag, she has another chance.
Their relationship is without explanations, without maps, without reasons. Everything is a leap of faith. And it seems that everything grim and horrible has been thrown their way until Felton returns home one night, three years later, and mumbles to her about how bad he feels for the lonely Malfoy.
And one stupid promise leads us into Part Two: where Brooklyn wakes up in Hogwarts, destined to help Malfoy understand himself or relive Seventh Year all over again.
(DH pt 1+2)
PART ONE: Tom Felton / OC
PART TWO: Draco Malfoy / OC