Sixth year at Hogwarts was never meant to feel like this. Y/N and Draco Malfoy—both Slytherin, both bound by blood and expectation—are forced into a future neither of them chose: a marriage arranged long before they had a say. They don’t speak. They don’t trust. And they definitely don’t want each other. But every glance lingers too long. Every silence feels too heavy. Somewhere between hatred and something far more dangerous… they start to lose control. Because this isn’t just rivalry. It’s the kind of connection that makes you wonder— if you want to destroy each other… or get close enough to forget how to breathe.