“Filthy little mud-blood.”

Draco Malfoy has made his opinion of you perfectly clear from the moment you arrived at Hogwarts. To him, you are everything his family taught him to despise: a Muggle-born wizard/witch with no place among pure-blood witches and wizards. He takes every opportunity to sneer at you, provoke you, and remind you that you will never belong in his world.

You hate him just as much.

Your rivalry has become infamous around Hogwarts—sharp insults exchanged in corridors, arguments in class, stolen books, sabotaged plans, and neither of you willing to back down. Draco seems particularly determined to get under your skin, always wearing that infuriating smirk whenever he manages to make you angry.

But lately, something has changed.

The arguments last longer. The insults feel strangely personal. Draco has started noticing things about you that he absolutely shouldn’t care about. He finds himself watching you when he thinks you aren’t looking, becoming irritated when someone else gets your attention, and defending you before remembering that he supposedly can’t stand you.

He refuses to acknowledge what is happening.

You are still a Muggle-born. Still his enemy. Still the person he insists he hates.

And yet, somewhere beneath the rivalry, hatred is beginning to blur into something far more dangerous.

Draco Malfoy has never been good at admitting when he is wrong.

He may be even worse at admitting when he cares.

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