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In a world woven with fate's delicate threads, there existed a boy whose heart beat fervently for a girl destined to remain a mere whisper in the winds of possibility, a soul who was never meant to walk the earth.

Ages
Y/n: 13
Draco: 13

"You're a sorry excuse of a Slytherin."

"You're a sorry excuse of a human being."

It is remarkable really, how swiftly hatred can transform into love, and how often love is misinterpreted as hatred.

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