everfalling
There are things he cannot say. Not aloud. Not even to himself.
What he feels isn't allowed. Not with the name he carries, not with the silence he's been taught to live inside.
But some things don't ask permission.
A voice. A glance. A moment that lingers too long.
And suddenly, the rules don't hold. The walls crack. And all he can do is look away before it shows-before anyone sees what's already unraveling inside him.
Because wanting is dangerous. And feeling is a risk he was never meant to take.
But it's too late.
He's already falling.
Quietly. Irrevocably.
And he knows, in the end, it will cost him everything.
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Set during Harry Potter: The Goblet of Fire.
Everyone is aged up because I'm not comfortable writing a love story with fourteen years old and younger. Hermione, Draco, Harry, Ron and the rest of their year are 17 years old here.
I wanted a love story written during their school years.