Draco x Y/n

Draco x Y/n

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Y/n "Weasley" is a transfer student to Hogwarts, but nothing goes as planed! I start screaming, "What's wrong angel!?" Draco asks, "I-I don-t know!" I say and start to cry, I feel something run down my leg, blood, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" I yell, "Why is there so much blood!?" He asks holding me close to him... (Please don't hate, i'm open to any ideas and if you can text me if theres something i can do better i will be so glad!) ((This is a book i staret on a long time ago and i'm just trying to finich it, it's not the best but i hope you will give it a try))
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