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Six years of hatred. One room. One bed. Somehow, the person you hate most is the only one who can make you sleep. You and Draco Malfoy have hated each other since first year. Then seventh year forces you to share a room—with one bed. You’re both insomniacs, until one night an accidental touch lets you both fall asleep. Neither of you mentions it. Until it happens again. And somewhere between sleepless nights, late conversations, jealousy, and moments neither of you acknowledges, hatred starts becoming something else.