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draco was raised to inherit the world; you were raised to sit still, look pretty, and keep your mouth shut until the ink dried on a betrothal contract. being the afterthought born nine months too late in a pristine, suffocating manor meant six years of playing the docile ghost in your brother's shadow. except it’s seventh year now, and you’re thoroughly done behaving. with a sharp tongue nobody saw coming and zero interest in staying in your assigned lane, the sudden defiance throws the entire slytherin common room into a tailspin. draco is spiraling, his friends are suddenly very, very interested in the quiet sibling with teeth, and high society’s rules on open courting mean you don't even have to pick just one pureblood heir to torment. the golden boy has had his turn. let’s see how he handles being the boring one.