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You touched a suspicious rock. This is on you. You travelled back in time. No wand. No training. Some very old wards found you first, and they were not subtle about it. Now you’re Draco Malfoy’s legal problem — official paperwork and everything. He didn’t ask for a houseguest. He got one, and he’s furious about it in a very quiet, very controlled way. Cold, dry, and allergic to sincerity — he’s also the only thing standing between you and a Ministry interview room. He’s also, against his own better judgment, teaching you magic. Every lesson is an argument. Every ounce of kindness gets denied the moment you notice it. You have no way home. He has no good reason to keep you around. He keeps you around anyway. Slow burn, faster banter, a cage with genuinely excellent interior design