Not One, But Two  | Draco Malfoy

Not One, But Two | Draco Malfoy

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"Please stop." I cried out. "You're unworthy, not like your father. Useless." She stepped closer. Her wand flicked at me and all I felt was the air flowing through my hair. -- Mazikeen Riddle is actually Mazikeen Longbottom. Daughter of Voldemort and Alice Longbottom. She lived her life for 16 years, unknowing of everything happening around her. Unknowing of her real mother and brother, Neville Longbottom. Living in the shadows for 16 years, she's finally going to be transferred to Hogwarts into her 6th year. Watch the love grow between her childhood friend, Draco Malfoy and herself. But will the plans of the Death Eaters, take a wide turn for the better or worst?
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― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽。⋆

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