Take me to count the stars

Take me to count the stars

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THIS STORY IS NOT MINE . IT BELONGS TO @99dracomalfoy99. THIS IS JUST THE TRANSLATION ............................................................................................................ Draco Malfoy and Elizabeth Avery Slytherin and Gryffindor She was the sun, he was the moon A perfect match. A perfectly contradictory couple They were meant to be together. Meant to love each others forever. Their only problem was that the sun and the moon are never together in the same sky. Always so close, but never close enough. Their story is not a love one, but the constant fight for freedom ................................................................................................................... "Draco" grumbled Elizabeth still half asleep "Mhh" he replied " It's like alla the stars in the universe burned out" she said, closing her eyes " there only is darkness" "This means I'll be your moon, my Liz" ....................................................................................................................
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I know you are here for the SMUT. He said he didn't care. She said she hated him. So why can't they stop? Y/N never planned to fall into Draco Malfoy's bed-or into his twisted world of secrets, power plays, and unspoken desires. What started as a reckless game of dominance and surrender spirals into something far more dangerous: obsession. They don't talk about feelings. They barely talk at all. But each encounter leaves marks-on skin, on hearts, on everything they try to bury. Between cold silences and scorching nights, neither of them dares to say what they really want. Or admit how deeply they've already fallen. But desire is a dangerous thing. And love, even more so. Slow burn. Fast lust. Sharp tongues. Soft hearts. And a love that could ruin them both. This is not a love story. It's a story about what's left when love is too afraid to say its name.

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