Y/N knows Draco Malfoy is a hazard. He is cruel words whispered in the dark, unfinished goodbyes left hanging in the morning air, and a toxic cycle that neither of them has the strength to break. They are masters at tearing each other apart, using their deepest flaws as weapons until the bedroom floor is littered with the wreckage of another inevitable breakup. Every time she swears she’s finally done, he pulls her back with a single look. Every time he tries to walk away, he finds his feet leading him straight back to her door. They are exhausting. They are volatile. They are actively ruining each other. But in a world full of cold, suffocating loneliness, burning alive together is the only thing that makes them feel alive.