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{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ 𐙚⋆°. 𝓦ith the echoes of the Farewell Ball still lingering among your circle, new romances blossomed even as quiet conflicts took root. ݁ ݂ You and Draco remained steadfastly at one another’s side through it all, yet the rest of your friends had drifted into an uneasy distance—most notably his former love and your dearest friend, Astoria Greengrass. ݁ ݂ As for you and Draco, you had become… something nameless, suspended between certainty and longing, like stars caught between dusk and dawn. ݁ ݂ Together, you whiled away blistering yet beautiful afternoons in the secluded refuge of your manor, striving to unravel what lay between you while the rest of your friends slowly began to move on—a thought you could scarcely bear. ݁ ݂ More than anything, you longed to halt time’s quiet unraveling before it scattered you all like leaves before the wind. For that, however, you would need help. ⋆˚ ᜔°