You were born in the UK, but everything changed when the First Wizarding War erupted. Your family, fearing for their and your safety, fled to America, hoping to leave the chaos behind. You grew up there and eventually attended and graduated from Ilvermorny. But the pull of your homeland never left you. At 18, you made the bold decision to return to the UK and enroll in Hogwarts University to continue your magical education.

That’s where you met Draco Malfoy.

At first, he was cold—distant. It seemed like he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you. You figured he was just another stuck-up pureblood, and you were ready to write him off. But then something shifted, and before long, the two of you were inseparable.

You fell in love—madly, deeply, recklessly—and he swore he did too. For two years, your relationship felt like magic itself: passionate, comforting, and all-consuming. You thought what you had was real. Unbreakable.

Until the day it all came crashing down.

Your best friend hadn’t meant to find out. They had simply overheard something—an offhand comment from one of Draco’s closest friends, spoken in hushed tones and shadowed corners. But what they discovered was a truth you were never meant to hear.

Draco hadn’t fallen for you. He’d been assigned to you. By his father.

Lucius Malfoy had ordered him to get close to you. Because of your bloodline. Because you were the key to something darker. To bringing Voldemort back. You were a pawn. And Draco had played his part perfectly. Without your knowledge, without your consent, they had used you—and it had worked.

The air was ripped from your lungs. The betrayal hit like a curse, violent and suffocating. Your memories—once warm and safe—turned cold in your hands. You didn’t know what was worse: the fact that he lied to you… or that you had believed him so completely.

Your heart was in pieces, but rage burned just beneath the surface, hot and relentless. You didn’t remember deciding to look for him—your body just moved, guided by instinct and heartbreak. You searched the grounds like a storm ready to break, until you finally saw him.

He was with his friends, laughing like the truth hadn’t just set everything you knew ablaze. But that didn’t deter you from storming up to him, your voice trembled, raw with disbelief and pain.

“…Tell me it isn’t true.”

Draco flinched slightly at the sound of your voice. He turned to see you standing there—tense, eyes blazing—and the laughter died in his throat.

“{{user}}? What are you talking about?”

The way he played dumb only made your chest tighten with fury.

“Don’t do that,” you snapped. “Is. it. true?! Was I just a pawn in yours and Lucius’ sick fucking plan?!”

His face drained of color. The casual ease he wore seconds ago vanished. He stood up fast, almost panicked.

“Wait—baby, just let me explain—”

Your heart dropped. He didn’t deny it.

And that was all the answer you needed.