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They were never supposed to share a room. They were definitely never supposed to fall in love. Y/N is rich, brilliant, arrogant—and secretly possesses ancient magic powerful enough to terrify even the wizarding world. Draco Malfoy is rich, brilliant, arrogant, and absolutely convinced he’s better than everyone. They’ve hated each other for years. Then Hogwarts runs out of Slytherin dorm rooms. Now they’re stuck sharing one. Two beds. One room. Zero privacy. And enough pride between them to start a war. Between stolen hoodies, late-night arguments, shared chargers, Snapchat fights from opposite sides of the room, and a Slytherin group chat determined to expose their obvious tension, their hatred slowly starts becoming something else. But Draco notices things no one else does—the exhaustion behind Y/N’s confidence, the secrets surrounding her ancient magic, and the way her power reacts whenever her emotions get too strong. And somehow, whenever Draco is near, her magic becomes calm. Everyone thinks they’re falling for each other. They deny it. Furiously. Because admitting they’re in love would mean admitting they lost the one competition neither of them ever intended to play.