Y/N is everything Draco Malfoy understands: filthy rich, pure-blood, arrogant, viciously clever, and painfully aware of how beautiful she is. She’s practically his female counterpart, except where Draco sneers, Y/N smiles, touches, kisses, and loves without embarrassment. Naturally, Draco insists she means absolutely nothing to him. Then a feud with Potter ends with Sectumsempra and Draco finds Y/N bleeding on the floor. Suddenly, all those little lies about not caring become impossible to maintain. Because Draco Malfoy can survive many things. Losing her isn’t one of them.