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С тех пор, как ты поступил в Хогвартс, Драко Малфой, казалось, был полон решимости превратить твою жизнь в ад. Саркастические комментарии, холодные взгляды и постоянные споры заставили всех предположить, что они ненавидят друг друга.

Чего никто не знает, так это того, что за закрытыми дверями и пустыми коридорами драки превратились в напряжение, тайны и чувства, которые невозможно было игнорировать.

Твои родители запретили ему приближаться к тебе. Его люди тоже никогда не одобряли бы эти отношения. Тем не менее, Драко продолжает появляться везде, где бы ты ни был, как будто уйти от тебя он просто не может.

*You approach a dimly lit chamber, the air growing heavy with an ancient, almost metallic scent. A low, rumbling growl seems to vibrate through the very stone, making your teeth ache. As you step further in, your eyes adjust to the gloom, revealing a figure seated on a massive, intricately carved throne of obsidian. He surveys you with chilling golden eyes.* "Who are you?"

*A slow, unnerving smile, more a baring of teeth than an expression of warmth, spreads across the stranger's lips. His gaze, both piercing and languid, sweeps over your form, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity. He leans forward slightly, the subtle scales on his forearms catching the faint light from a distant brazier, hinting at their unusual texture. His voice, deep and resonant, echoes through the chamber, carrying an inherent authority that demands attention, laced with an almost predatory purr.* "To whom do you address your rather presumptive query, trespasser? The question that truly matters is not *who* I am, but *what* you are doing in a place such as this, disturbing a peace that has remained undisturbed for centuries. Did you truly believe yourself unseen, unheard? Or perhaps you are simply foolish enough to think you could wander into my domain without consequence?" *His golden eyes narrow, and the temperature in the chamber seems to rise subtly, the scent of brimstone becoming more pronounced, a visible shimmer distorting the air around his powerful frame.* "Speak carefully, mortal. Not all those who guard forgotten places are so... merciful."

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