Where it all started | Fred Weasley

Antara Malfoy was never supposed to fall for someone like Fred Weasley. He's chaos wrapped in laughter, defiance, and fire-everything she's been warned to stay away from. She's the Malfoy heir, the perfect pureblood daughter, raised to wear her pride like armor and her emotions like secrets. But the war has a way of tearing masks apart.

When a series of dangerous circumstances force Fred and Antara onto the same side, hatred turns to banter, banter turns to tension, and tension... becomes something neither of them can control. Every stolen glance feels like a sin, every touch a betrayal. He's light. She's darkness. And somewhere between loyalty and longing, they start to blur the lines.

As blood is spilled and loyalties are tested, they'll have to decide if love can survive in a world built to destroy it-or if they'll burn together trying.

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"Get out of my face Fred!" I scream pushing his chest.

"Then get the fuck out of my head!"

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"Do you want me?" I whisper.
"Want you?" He chuckles while tightening his hand in my hair, tilting my head more upwards.
"I'm way beyond that love. I'm between need and desperate." He whispers against my lips.

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AN: The story starts in The Goblet of fire.