Limerence: Draco Malfoy

There was one thing I knew about Draco Malfoy, and that was that I was addicted.

Aurora Waterhorse had always believed there was a line between love and obsession. Between wanting someone and needing them. Between the butterflies of a schoolgirl crush and the sickening ache of something far more consuming.

Then she met Draco Malfoy.

He was cunning, cruel, and impossibly clever. A boy raised with the world at his feet and the expectation that anything he wanted would eventually become his.

Aurora should have stayed out of his way.

Instead, she began noticing him everywhere.

A glance across the Great Hall became something she replayed before falling asleep. A passing insult became words she dissected for hidden meaning. Every accidental touch, every argument, every moment his eyes lingered on hers became another piece of evidence for a love that might never have existed anywhere except inside her own head.

And Draco noticed.

What began as infatuation slowly twisted into **limerence**-an all-consuming need to be wanted by the one person capable of destroying her.

Because loving Draco Malfoy was dangerous.

But believing he loved her back might be worse.