When I had a secret crush on him, my heart always hurt.
It hurt when I looked at him, and it hurt when I couldn’t see him.
It always hurt so much, as if my heart were about to break apart.
To my dear D:
A love story between a Muggle-born and a pure-blood supremacist.
[Best enjoyed with Ryuichi Sakamoto’s Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence]
Warnings: Slow burn, with a long unrequited-love arc at the beginning. I’ll try to update daily.
The original plot will be changed considerably, and I’ll try to speed up the timeline. This is not purely a sweet romance.
Because of the heroine’s background, she won’t be someone who can openly and passionately express her feelings, but she’ll show them in subtle ways.
Please be understanding if anything is offensive. This story is inspired by the original films and my affection for Draco. The main plot will focus on the heroine. Thank you for your understanding.
Theme: I hope we can all have a wonderful future.
