"I've never hated you," he said.
"In first year, you called me an idiot and said Slytherin didn't need someone like me."
"...All right, then let's start with second year."
"You made fun of me then, too, for being a short-legged cat." I didn't hold back.
"Didn't you call me a bastard, too?"
Draco's cheeks flushed.
"Violet, do you still want to be with me?"
Then he mumbled and turned his head away. Seeing the tip of his nose redden, I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Of course I want to be with you, Draco."
"I was only teasing you before. Don't be mad."
Can a short-legged cat and a pompous brat manage to hold hands?
A typical Slytherin and an atypical Slytherin. Extremely slow burn, with angst dipped in sugar and sugar brushed onto the knife's edge, but it will definitely taste delicious once you swallow it. The plot is a little confusing in the first few chapters, but stick with it and you'll like it.
Some original plot points have been changed. Happy ending. Everyone who comments is an angel! Please leave lots of comments! I, One Meter Eighty, want your feedback!
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