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No one at Hogwarts understands how you ended up with Draco Malfoy. You’re younger. A Hufflepuff. Soft where he’s sharp, steady where he’s unpredictable. It shouldn’t work—and yet it does, in quiet glances, in stolen time, in the way he stands just a little closer when it matters. But being together means living between two worlds. Your house doesn’t trust him. His world doesn’t accept you. And with Draco’s future pulling him toward expectations you can’t ignore, the space between who he is and who he could be starts to widen. Loving him was never the problem. It’s whether he’ll choose you when it costs him everything.