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You and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. You’re both Slytherins. Both purebloods. Both filthy rich. Both arrogant enough to believe the other should know their place. Naturally, you hate each other. But every afternoon after classes, you disappear. No explanations. No excuses. Just gone. Most people don’t care enough to question it. Draco does. Especially when you start coming back with torn robes, bruises, and a silence that grows harder to ignore. And every time he asks what happened, you give him the same answer. “Nothing.” But Draco knows you. And he knows you’re lying.