Malfoy family
The Malfoy Manor had never felt warm. Even as a child, Stella remembered its endless silver halls, the cold marble beneath her feet, and the silence that lingered after every dinner conversation. The only warmth she had ever truly known there came from Draco. Draco Malfoy was her older brother by three years, and for most of her childhood, he had been her entire world. Where Draco went, Stella followed. If he studied advanced spells in the library, she sat beside him pretending to understand the heavy books. If he walked through the gardens with the proud posture Lucius demanded from a Malfoy, Stella copied every step behind him. Draco complained about it constantly, but secretly, he adored her. Everyone in the manor knew it. “Stop following me around, Stella,” he would sigh. And minutes later: “Father, leave her alone. She didn’t mean it.” Draco was the perfect heir Lucius wanted—disciplined, composed, obedient. Stella was everything else. Too emotional. Too loud. Too questioning. Luc
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The Malfoy Manor had never felt warm. Even as a child, Stella remembered its endless silver halls, the cold marble beneath her feet, and the silence that lingered after every dinner conversation. The only warmth she had ever truly known there came from Draco. Draco Malfoy was her older brother by three years, and for most of her childhood, he ha...Read more