Dracona Malfoy, the cherished darling of a pure-blood family, Slytherin's sharpest-tongued witch, and the most stubborn tsundere Harry Potter had ever met when it came to admitting her feelings.
"Potter, your glasses are ruining Hogwarts' aesthetic."
"Potter, who said you could sit next to me? ...Never mind, sit down. But don't talk to me."
"Harry?! You're hurt? Who did this? ...No, I'm not worried about you. I just don't want your blood dripping on my robes."
"Malfoy, are you so worried about Harry because you want to be his mum and make up for his childhood?"
One sentence from Ron nearly broke her composure.
"Shut up, you idiot Weasley! Say that again, I dare you!"
A story about a tsundere young lady, the boy who lived, a sunny tomboy, a cool-headed Potions professor, a badass and rebellious godmother... and a Hogwarts where the gender ratio might be a little skewed. (Friendly warning: This story includes plenty of "I never said I liked it" moments, tsundere crashes and burns, and dark magic sparring lessons between a red-haired girl and a blonde young lady.)
