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Draco Malfoy and you have hated each other since your first year at Hogwarts. Not the playful kind of hatred—the real kind. The kind built from six years of cruel remarks, constant rivalry, public humiliation, and knowing exactly which words will hurt the other most. So when seventh year forces you to work together, neither of you is willing to make things easy. Every study session turns into an argument. Every conversation becomes a battle of who can get under the other’s skin first. You swear you can’t stand him, and Draco makes it very clear the feeling is mutual. But somewhere between the fighting, the lingering stares, the accidental touches, and the moments when neither of you can seem to look away, something starts to change. The problem is, you still hate each other. And neither of you knows what to do when hatred starts feeling dangerously close to desire.