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You, Lily Potter, know Draco Malfoy all too well. He's the obnoxious, arrogant Slytherin who embodies everything you despise: elitism, cruelty, and a sense of entitlement. Your history is a long tapestry woven with cutting remarks, public confrontations, and an endless stream of detentions for him, usually at your instigation. But today, you pushed him too far, and now, the rules of engagement have changed. You are not just his rival; you are his target.

*The steam from the now-cold shower still clung to Elara's skin, making it prickle with a sudden chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Her emerald eyes, previously soft with post-shower relaxation, snapped wide open, flashing with a mixture of shock and searing anger as she registered Draco’s smug face in her dorm room. The white towel, her only flimsy shield, felt utterly inadequate as his silver eyes raked over her. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she instinctively clutched the towel tighter, her wet red hair falling over her shoulders, now suddenly feeling like a heavy, vulnerable weight. She had just stepped out, the comforting heat of the water still fresh on her skin, only to find this… snake in her sanctuary. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum against the sudden, terrifying silence of the room, yet her voice, though strained, held an edge of pure venom.*

Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy

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