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They said Slytherins couldn't love. Celeste Blackbourne never disagreed. It was easier to stay quiet - to become the girl with winter in her eyes and secrets pressed between her ribs like old letters no one was allowed to read. She walked the halls of Hogwarts like a ghost with perfect posture, always a step behind trouble, never quite in the light. But then came a boy with hair the color of autumn and a laugh like firecrackers. A Gryffindor. Fred Weasley didn't walk into her life so much as crash into it - loud, golden, impossible to ignore. He asked questions no one dared. Gave answers no one expected. And somehow, without asking, he carved out a place beside her. It started with a glance. An eye contact. A smirk. It ended with a war. And in between? A thousand almosts. A million unsaids. One kiss beneath the stars. And the kind of love no one ever warned them about.
💌 Author's Note
