You were never supposed to matter to each other—so why does it feel like losing Draco Malfoy would ruin everything? ────୨ৎ──── Y/N, daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange, and Draco Malfoy have never been friends—only rivals wrapped in constant tension, sharp words, and moments neither of them admit mean anything. Everyone in Slytherin thinks they’re inevitable, especially after the two stolen kisses they both swore didn’t matter. But when Y/N shows up injured in Draco’s room after another incident, the carefully built distance between them starts to crack. In the silence of late nights and bandaged wounds, their relationship shifts from provocation to something far harder to ignore—something neither of them is willing to name. ༘⋆📼˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚