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"Don’t let go yet." Draco Malfoy said it as he sat on the edge of the bed and gripped my hand. He kept his head down. He breathed fast and hard, and his skin was hot with fever. I had grabbed his arm when his knees gave out, and when I tried to pull back to take off my boots, he held on with both hands. To anyone else at school, this would look insane. Draco and I have hated each other for seven years. We are in our final year, training to become Aurors, which is magical law enforcement. During the day, we compete for the top rank. We insult each other in the corridors. In combat drills this afternoon, he tripped me with a stinging hex and laughed when I fell to the ground in front of our friends. Nobody knows what happens at night. After the war, a dark curse got into Draco's blood. It gave him severe magical insomnia. Sleeping potions do not work on him. Without sleep, his body breaks down. He shakes, runs dangerous fevers, and vomits until he cannot stand. For a reason neither of us understands, the only cure is my bare skin. When I touch him, his magic settles and he can sleep. My best friend Hermione drew up an enchanted contract to protect me. We meet in an empty tower room every night for seven hours. The contract requires total secrecy. It also has Rule Four: no affection, no soft words, and no feelings. By day, we must stay enemies. In this room, our contact is strictly medical. At first, we followed the rules. Draco would sneer at me, lie down, and turn his back. He would touch just two fingers to my wrist so the curse would stop. But sleeping beside someone every night changes things. I watched his arrogance disappear when the shaking started. I saw him sick and helpless. I stopped hating him in the dark. Worse than that, I started looking forward to coming here, and I hated myself for it. Tonight his fever was the worst it had ever been. When he walked in at midnight, his hands shook so hard he dropped his wand. He could barely walk across the stone floor. He did not insult me once. He just sat on the bed and held onto my hand. I kicked off my boots and sat beside him. He pulled off his shirt and leaned against me. I put my arm around his bare back and pulled him close. His head rested against my neck. His skin burned against mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held on tight. For hours, we lay there while his breathing slowed down. When sunrise comes, our contract ends for the day. He has to walk out that door and act like he despises me in front of everyone. I have to pretend to hate him too. Every morning, that switch gets harder to make. Draco's fever breaks just before dawn. He rests his head against my shoulder and holds my hand tight. He whispers, "I dread the sunrise every single day." You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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