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Cordelia Moon was born into a name that promised certainty.
Pure-blood. Respected. Untouched.
Draco Malfoy was born into something stricter.
Obligation. Expectation. Oaths he never chose.
Their hatred for each other should have been simple.
Their worlds were so similar - yet so different.
They were never meant to see eye to eye.
They were never meant to touch.
But what began as rivalry twisted into something else entirely.
Arguments that left them breathless.
Glances that lingered too long.
Sparks that leapt from the brush of their hands.
Suddenly, every interaction felt electric, as if the air between them had shifted.
And something beneath Cordelia's skin is shifting too.
A curse she cannot break.
When the truth about her blood surfaces - and long-buried lies come to light - Cordelia is left questioning her identity, while Draco is forced to question his loyalty.
To love her is to defy everything his family demands.
To love him is to trust a boy raised never to choose her.
Fear does not make you weak, Draco.
Choosing not to face it does.