Draco pairing, one-on-one, younger man, original protagonist. A coming-of-age story with a focus on romance, slow burn (feel free to bookmark if you like it).
One-line premise: Magic is a lie, and love makes the lie real.
Evan Greville was prophesied to die before he turned sixteen.
This wasn’t some vague curse that could be undone with courage and friendship. It was a “fact of death” Voldemort left behind before he died, anchored in reality. Every day Evan remained alive was another step toward that predetermined end.
He could have accepted his fate. But he refused.
At Hogwarts, he pretends to be a frail, sickly pure-blood heir while searching through tomes of Dark magic for a crack in reality he can exploit. The only person who could make him stop and take a breath is the platinum-haired prat who has followed him around since childhood.
Draco Malfoy has no idea what Evan is up to. All he knows is that Evan has gone pale again, skipped another meal, and is lying when he says, “I’m fine.”
“What exactly are you hiding from me?”
“You won’t live to see sixteen. I mean, I’ll never let that happen.”
