"Stop," He croaked, pleading with Gwen. "I'm truly sorry, okay? Really." He coughed again, leaning against the wall weakly. "I honestly was concerned about you."
Gwen looked at him skeptically and punched his face again. "Right. And I'm Gwenog Jones."
Draco shut his eyes. "Why the fuck would I speak to Ron about something such as that if I wasn't concerned for you."
"To make me angry." It was too obvious.
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Gwen Lewis is struggling. 5th year is as hard as any year, maybe harder. Of course, her friends are there to help her, but she needs something to keep living for, something real. Someone, maybe, who understands her fully, who understands her pain fully.
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SLOW slowburn story, don't stick around if you can't handle heavy angst and slow slowburns.
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Most characters, events, and places ARE NOT MINE, the Wizarding World and the Books belong to JK Rowling, I used events in the books, but not all events are canon.
TW: rape, TW: suicide attempt, TW: depression/ trauma