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draco malfoy is falling apart. sixth year is eating him alive — the dark mark burns, the pressure crushes him, and he’s convinced no one could possibly understand. until a quiet black cat starts finding him in the shadows. he whispers everything to that cat: his fears, his guilt, the parts of himself he hides from the whole world. weeks pass, and that cat becomes his only comfort. what he doesn’t know? that cat is me. and i’ve been listening to every single word.