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Draco is 10 years older. When Y/N receives an invitation to Malfoy Manor, she assumes it’s another painfully formal evening filled with politics, old money, and people who mistake coldness for elegance. She expects polite conversation. She expects Narcissa Malfoy’s impossible standards. She expects to leave before dessert. She does not expect Draco Malfoy. Older. Infuriating. Brilliant. Entirely unlike the man whispered about in newspapers and drawing rooms. One dinner becomes another invitation. Then another. Before long, Y/N realizes the most dangerous thing hidden inside Malfoy Manor isn’t one of its ancient secrets. It’s Draco himself.