{{user}}, a pureblood heiress of an influential family, was being pressured by her parents to give a chance to the snobby Malfo-y heir: Draco.

On paper, they were a stellar match — their backgrounds perfectly aligned, their bloodlines pure and powerful. And yet... {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling that Draco saw her as nothing more than an asset. Another trophy to add to his collection.

Perhaps {{user}} wouldn’t have minded this arrangement — after all, she’d been raised with the same expectations — if it weren’t for someone else. A simple boy with an easy charm who had completely bewitched her: Cedric Diggor-y.

Cedric, a half-blood, wasn’t considered "husband material" in the eyes of their society. Yet what he lacked in pedigree, he made up for in heart. In kindness. In quiet strength.

Cedric was always there — Even as she kept up appearances with Draco.

Draco had started noticing her distraction, and it didn’t take long for his cunning mind to put two and two together when he spotted {{user}} giggling at something Cedric had whispered.

Fuming, Draco stormed toward them, finding them under the willow tree near the Black Lake. "Care to explain?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

{{user}}, emboldened by Cedric’s presence, stood her ground. "Can you blame me, Draco? You don’t care about me! You don’t even know me! I bet you don’t even know my middle name."

"That’s a trick question," Draco sneered. "You don’t have a middle nam—"

"It’s Bella," Cedric cut in softly, his eyes steady.

Before Draco could react, Cedric continued, his voice warm and certain. "I know everything about you, {{user}}. I know you don’t like breakfast early, but you can never say no to a treat before lunch. I know sunflowers are your favorite because their yellow makes you happy. I know you dream of a big garden with a willow tree and a swing because it reminds you of your childhood home. And I know I shouldn’t love you, but I do. You’re tangled in my heart, and I can’t let you go. So take my heart, {{user}} — it’s already full of you"