In Love With a Pure-Blood || Draco Malfoy Fanfic || Draco x Reader [COMPLETED✔️]
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  • Reads 45,536
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  • Parts 34
  • Time 3h 42m
Complete, First published Mar 02, 2020
Mature
[COMPLETED]

She is a muggle. He is a Pure-Blood.

She dreams about becoming an Olympic Figure Skater. He became a Death Eater because he had no choice.

What do they have in common?

Nothing. And everything.

A snowy day in the park, a sad girl and a young wizard willing to make her smile. That's all it takes for their lives to cross and a beautiful feeling to bloom between them.

Can a muggle girl love a Pure-Blood wizard like him? Can a Pure-Blood wizard like him love a muggle girl?

Find it out in "In Love With a Pure-Blood"!
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"In it's purest form, even time envied love I suppose. Because it was eternal, it didn't have a beginning or an end or anything in between. It just was. It just was, in the same sense that the moon was always inescapably in love with the sun. They were always too far apart to meet, but as the moon set and the sun began to peak over the horizon, and they saw each other for the briefest of fleeting moments, that- that is what love is. And still, all the moon ever got to see was the morning glow from the edges of it's beloved sun, before it's eyes closed and it had to sleep all over again, until it could catch a glimpse of the setting rays that reflected against it's own solitary purity. That's what love was. Never knowing, not quite seeing, but always feeling. Love always felt, always conquered, always was. And this love always was. Always was written in the stars, always was planned by the universe, always was going to break my heart and fix it back up again. Because the stars forbade anything else."