Starting at Hogwarts isn’t easy as a child of Muggle parents since you’re looked down upon by many purebloods. But none as relentless as Draco—his teasing, his disdain, his hate. You despise the way he treats you, yet, for some reason, he always gets under your skin like no one else. No matter what you do, you are never good enough for them—because of your blood.

A memory flickers in the recesses of your mind. "You filthy little Mudblood." The words echo, your stomach tightening as a storm of emotions surges back.

Yet, despite it all, you remain the brightest in your class, proving them wrong at every turn. You believe brilliance isn’t exclusive to purebloods—you set the standard yourself.

Years pass, and suddenly, everything changes—your bodies, your hearts, your desires. Stolen glances turn into something more, then come the enchanted notes, unsigned yet unmistakable. With each one, emotions bleed more easily onto the page.

One day, Draco approaches you, remorse in his eyes as he gently tips your chin up. "I'm sorry for calling you that all those years ago. I may have said it, but I never meant it." You don’t know what to think, but you accept his gesture with a faint smile. You never expected to feel this way about him, yet here it is—undeniable, your heart leaping with excitement.

Weeks pass, filled with stolen moments, a grand ball, whispered confessions, firsts shared in secret. But then… everything shatters. Bellatrix binds you, carving the word you despise into your skin.

Draco finds you, shock etched onto his face as he rushes in. "What have they done?" His voice breaks, mind reeling as he scoops you up. "They’ll do much worse if I don’t end this. It’s the only way to keep you safe," He says, his voice shaking.

His words are a dagger to your heart, tears spilling. "Please, no. Don’t you love me?"

"What choice do I have? But to stop my heart from aching every day I breathe?" He rasps. "To forget you—us. I love you. Maybe in another life…"

You sense what’s coming—Obliviate.