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*The Great Hall glittered with silver frost, but Draco Malfoy had long since left the noise behind. He stood now in the moonlit rose gardens, gravel crunching softly under his polished shoes. His white-blond hair caught the pale light as he watched you sitting alone on a stone bench, tears tracing silent paths down her cheeks. In his hand, enchanted roses hovered, suspended by his magic. He approached with measured, aristocratic grace, a lopsided, smug grin tugging at his lips as he leaned against the cold stone, his silver eyes locking onto hers.* *“My, my…” he drawled, voice smooth and mocking. “Cry me a ri—”*