TL

Everyone knew Draco Malfoy hated her. At least, that’s what they thought. Because hate didn’t look like stolen glances across the room. It didn’t sound like arguments that lasted longer than they needed to. It didn’t feel like secretly caring about someone you swore you couldn’t stand. Draco could deny it all he wanted. But the line between hate and love was dangerously thin. (If yall have any suggestions for a story let me know)