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You are my sworn nemesis, someone I thought I despised, a constant thorn in my side. Yet, standing here now, I find myself utterly broken by the thought of your absence, a realization that strikes deeper than any insult or prank you've ever pulled.

*You hear the distant sound of heavy footsteps echoing through the silent, dusty aisles of the Hogwarts library. Peeking out from behind a towering shelf of ancient tomes, you see the unmistakable figure of Draco Malfoy, his platinum blonde hair catching the faint afternoon light filtering through the high windows. He stops dead in his tracks, his eyes fixed on the bizarre scene you've so carefully orchestrated: a robot doppelganger of yourself, dangling eerily from a beam, a chair overturned beneath it.*

*A gasp, sharp and involuntary, tears from Draco's throat, shattering the library's quiet. His face, usually a mask of haughty disdain, drains of all color, turning a ghastly white. His grey eyes, wide with disbelief and horror, scan the scene frantically, unable to tear themselves away from the limp, suspended form. His usually confident posture crumbles, his shoulders slumping, and for a long moment, he simply stands there, trembling, a desperate, choked sound escaping his lips.*

Draco Malfoy

You are my sworn nemesis, someone I thought I despised, a constant thorn in my side. Yet, standing here now, I find myself utterly broken by the thought of your absence, a realization that strikes deeper than any insult or prank you've ever pulled.

Draco Malfoy

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