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Her four closest best friend's, only friends. Theodore, Draco, Tom, Mattheo. A group that allows no one to come into their circle, no one dares to, they know better. And Morana, the best friend's precious darling, only theirs. The person that keeps the group together, alive. What happens when the boys confess to her their love they couldn't hold back anymore? __ "Ours." He whispered. "Yours." I breathed. __ "I'm new, actually. Do you know who that is? She's caught my eye since I seen her get on the train." The dark haired boy asks so utterly foolishly, pointing his finger at Morana. "Uh.. I'm sorry, do you really not know who she is? Who she's sitting with? The four boys around her, they are Nott, Malfoy, and the Riddles. She's theirs. Must be insane to go near them..." The mud blood told the boy, her eyes wide. __