Beneath the Emerald Veil

Beneath the Emerald Veil

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"Snake are meant to bite- not unless they have fangs" I never asked to come to Hogwarts. I didn't want to leave Beauxbatons, didn't want to be a transfer, and definitely didn't want to be sorted into a house that whispers ambition and danger in my ear. But Slytherin doesn't care about what I want. Then there's Draco Lucius Malfoy-pale, sharp, and infuriatingly smug. He seems to delight in testing me at every turn, a snake in human form, always watching, always calculating. And yet... sometimes, when no one else is looking, I catch glimpses of something else behind those grey eyes. Something protective. I'm supposed to hate him. He's supposed to be my enemy. But the closer I get, the more I realize that survival here isn't just about magic. It's about trust, power, and the dangerous pull of someone I should never want. Enemies. Allies. Lovers. Or all three. (Credits!: JK Rowling!) [I do not own any Characters in this story except from Evelina Duskbourne and her family!]
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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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