Prologue
She was supposed to hate him.
But with every step that he took, she couldn’t help but feel completely hypnotized.
His smirk. His messy blonde hair.
The way he came strutting down every corridoor, wearing his dark green robes, and throwing insults at every other student, like they were inferior to him, which they probably were.
She never understood why he was so cruel. Even from a young age, she would watch him from across the hall, trying to figure out what was beneath that cold, expressionless mask.
He was the son of a deatheater. She was the daughter of Merlin descendants. They were wired to hate eachother. And they did, for a little while atleast..
HIS SWEATER
By: miamalfoyxo
