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You’re a Gryffindor in the year below Fred Weasley, determined to ignore his chaos and survive Hogwarts in peace. He’s determined to be your problem. What starts as irritation turns into tension, and tension into something neither of you is ready to name. An enemies-to-lovers slow burn where silence speaks louder than laughter, and the boy you tried to avoid becomes the one you can’t escape.
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@emmabrown73The common room feels smaller tonight. The fire crackles low, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The armchairs are empty, the chess board abandoned mid-game, the windows dark with night pressing against the glass.
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