Draco Malfoy | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy was sure he knew everything about his family. The family tree, with its meticulously drawn branches and blackened by shame, severed twigs, had been memorized since childhood. So when you burst into his life, you were simply… new. He fell in love. Swiftly, foolishly, and against all his principles. This feeling burned inside him, like a poorly chosen potion. He found himself searching for you. It wasn't just love that tormented him. He was tormented by the thought that you were some kind of anomaly, a threat to the purity of the bloodline that he, however dubious, was still supposed to honor. He rummaged through the archives, tried to make inquiries, but your name didn't appear in any of the books he respected. For Draco, this should have been the end. But the heart, this treacherous, stupid heart, only beat faster.

He didn't know the truth. A truth known only to your grandfather, an old and proud wizard who once voluntarily erased his branch from the Malfoy family tree after a quarrel that cost him his brother. You were no threat to blood purity. You were his flesh and blood. A distant relative whose branch had once been deliberately broken and forgotten. He fell in love not with a foreign element, but with a lost part of himself.

You entered the library, causing Draco to slam the book shut.

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