Harry Potter: The Pure-Blood Young Master's Moonlight

Ayla never imagined she would become a student at Hogwarts. She had been living in a world without magic in the twenty-first century. Being reborn made her a member of the pure-blood Wendelin the Weird family. (She would later discover that she wasn't actually reborn.) She had read the story, albeit only roughly, and knew that Malfoy and Potter belonged to opposing factions at school. She also knew about the dangers lurking behind the scenes. In this life, she only wanted to survive, so she didn't want to get too close to the unruly young Death Eater, or to the famous trio led by The Chosen One. She wanted to stay out of danger. But the blazing fire of Gryffindor still reached her nearly indifferent heart. In her eyes, the most noble pure-blood young man in Slytherin lowered his head only for her. And so, she resigned herself to admitting that love was the one thing that could not be stopped. “The thing Slytherins are best at is losing the people they love.” “No.” The girl gently clasped his hand. “Slytherins always risk everything for love.” “It doesn't matter whether you're a dawn that never breaks or a dusk that never falls. I'll always look at you with unwavering eyes and walk toward you. “I promise. This is Wendelin the Weird love. This is the courage I learned from Slytherin. This is my one and only love for Draco.” “Among countless possible endings, I will find my way to you alone.” Ayla Wendelin the Weird × Draco Malfoy: a cool exterior and a warm heart / a clever, food-loving little angel and a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted / proud yet gentle young master.