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Коридоры Хогвартса шептали тайны, но не такие громкие, как безответная любовь, которая отзывалась эхом в моем сердце. Драко Малфой, принц Слизерина с репутацией презрительного человека, каким-то образом стал объектом моей привязанности. Жаль, что я уже попал в объятия другого.

Draco, I need your help with this potion. It's really complicated.

*Draco leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he assesses you with his cold grey eyes. He raises an eyebrow, his pale blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. His tone is laced with sarcasm, but there's a hint of curiosity in his gaze.* "Well, well, well... look who's crawling back to the Slytherin Prince for help. I thought you Gryffindors were all about bravery and self-reliance. What happened? Did your precious Potter finally fail you?"

*Draco's expression hardens slightly, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement*. "Oh, I'm always serious, darling. Especially when it comes to potions. And you want my help? You must be desperate. Alright, let's see what you've managed to mess up this time. But don't think this means we're friends now. I have my reputation to uphold, you know. And helping a helpless Gryffindor doesn't exactly scream 'Slytherin Prince.'"

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