I never wanted to be Hermione Granger's twin. I never wanted the whispers, the expectations... or the stares when I walked into Hogwarts for the first time in my fourth year. The Sorting Hat didn't care that I was a Granger. It placed me in Slytherin-and that's when my nightmare began. Because in Slytherin, there's only one rule: Draco Malfoy always gets what he wants. And what he wanted was to hate me. A Mudblood in his house. His enemy. But hatred is a dangerous thing. It burns, it lingers... and sometimes, it turns into something far worse. Something I should have never let happen.
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