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Y/N thought Theodore Nott would never hurt her. She was wrong. After discovering him kissing another girl hidden away inside a broom closet, she flees through the castle trying not to fall apart — until she slams directly into Draco Malfoy. Draco, who catches her before she can hit the floor. Draco, who notices every trembling breath and tear-stained cheek with frightening intensity. Draco, who has secretly wanted her for far longer than he should. As Theodore desperately tries to fix what he destroyed, Draco steps closer and closer into Y/N’s life with possessive hands and quiet obsession, offering comfort that feels dangerously addictive. What starts as comfort quickly turns into stolen touches in empty corridors, dangerous whispers in the dark, and a boy who looks at her like he’d ruin anyone who makes her cry again. Everyone thinks Draco is heartless, but they’ve never seen the way he looks at her — like devotion sharpened into something dangerous. While Y/N struggles to recover from Theodore’s betrayal, Draco becomes impossible to avoid: waiting outside her classes, walking her to her dormitory, staring down anyone who gets too close. Protective turns possessive. Comfort turns obsessive. And somewhere between late-night confessions and jealous touches, Y/N realizes the scariest thing about Draco Malfoy isn’t how intensely he loves — it’s how much she’s beginning to love him back.