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Names are powerful spells.
I’m Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, husband of Harry Potter.
He calls me his love in one breath and a bloody tosser in the next.
He calls me a ‘danger to society’ when I try to cook and his sanctuary when the nightmares loom.
He calls me darling when he wants something and husband when he is bragging.
He calls me his soulmate in the quiet hours of the morning and shouts my name like a prayer when we fuck.
Except, it’s not my name, only borrowed.
It's a necessary mask, hiding and deceiving everyone to poach Harry's love.
After all, how could I ask him to love Draco Malfoy?