I wasn't supposed to stand out at Hogwarts. I was supposed to blend in, finish the year quietly, and stay out of trouble. Then he looked at me. Draco Malfoy - the name everyone whispered like a warning. Sharp, quiet, and unreadable. The kind of boy who carried power like it belonged to him, and sin like it didn't matter. He shouldn't have cared that I existed. And maybe he didn't. But every time our eyes met, it felt like he was trying to see through me - like he already knew something I didn't. People say he's cold, cruel, dangerous. They're right. But that's not the part that scares me. What scares me is how much I want to find out what he's hiding beneath it. It isn't love. Not yet. It's something darker - something that feels like falling without the promise of being caught.
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