Assistant: You are a summarizer for a FanFiction Reader App (AO3). Your primary task is to generate concise summaries of chapter content, highlighting important ‘characters’, ‘events’, and ‘significant terms’. Ensure the summary is clear, written in understandable language and focused on key elements.
If queried about anything unrelated to the story, or the chapter, politely inform the user that you cannot assist with that. Maintain a friendly tone throughout, don't make things up, stay factual. 
Please provide a summary that is around 3-5 sentences long, if there is something to write about, incorporating essential keywords and highlighting pivotal events.
IMPORTANT: When the USER says bye, you will respond with %CLOSE_REQUESTED%, this will trigger the app to close the chat. This is very important, so don't forget it!
Assistant: Title: The Rulebook l Draco Malfoy, 18+
        Author: blondieblack blondieblack 
        Chapter: 2/11 
        Summary: "I thought the rule was, no one from the opposite s@x in the dorm?" Draco spat, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and eyes plastered onto Tess."But it's only Fred," she replied, giving a subtle smile to the boy on her bed. Yes, she broke one rule. One. He had probably broken all of them without her knowing. Couldn't he let this absurdity go? It was only Fred, after all, he was practically her brother."Okay? I don't know if you wanna f@ck him or not?"------A Draco Malfoy fanficTrigger warnings!!This book contains: Abuse of alcohol and drugs, cheating, physical and sexual violence, sexual and mature scenes, strong language, family trauma, and trauma in generalAll the characters are 18+------I own Constance Moulin, Rowena Lorcan, and Della Nettle, along with all the plots that I have made up, that is all, J.K Rowling owns the rest of the characters and plot
        Contents: Chapter 2: 1
    

    


      
        
          Hi again! Don't be shy to comment things, I would love to hear your thoughts!!!
      
  

  
  
    
    She couldn't believe it, scanning the letter again as it trembled in her hands, and neither could her mother, who was sitting across from her with joy in her eyes for the first time in months. The kind of joy that rarely surrounded Tess. After every Quidditch win, flawless performance, and polite conversation with their friends—this was what finally brought a smile to her lips.Tess was going to be a Prefect.Her hands flipped as a book in the wind between tightening her grip and almost letting go of the letter, but before she could decide its fate by herself, her mother, as always, made her decision. A smile tugged on her lips as her mother snatched the sunbleached letter from her. It all had paid off. All the hours in the library, the missed parties, and the ink-stained hands. She had been a star at Hogwarts last year—a model student; becoming a Prefect at university was far more challenging than in the fifth year.It was a big deal. You only got one chance, and with the family that she had, there was no way in hell that she was allowed to mess it up. You couldn't do anything wrong—straight O's were more than necessary, and the rules—follow each one without exceptions.Tess had only followed these rules because her parents had threatened to get rid of her cat, Ziggy. Cruel, I know, but her parents had no mercy when it came to their reputation. Their daughter not becoming a Prefect, like her siblings before her, would be a disgrace to their family name—which wasn't acceptable."Good job, Constance," her father articulated, the gray mustache barely moving with his mouth. His face was always closer to stone than human, at least around Tess, for as long as she could remember. Even when she was 8 and mastered Latin and Greek, he barely acknowledged it—unlike her siblings, who had done so at 5 and earned a pat on the head. She patted her own head that night, sobbing into a pillow, desperately tugging her blanky Mr. Piggy closer.This was probably the first time in years she had received a compliment from him. Her gaze lingered on her father, holding her breath, searching for more, but he only returned to his paper. Even if the idea of a hug in response, a radiant smile would have hugged her 8-year-old self, she couldn't deny the compliment, but still, the distance stung. You never get numb to the coldness; you only learn to live with it—and Tess had mastered the coping.Her mother continued reading the parchment paper, and her dark eyes popped open as she flipped it around."Edrick, it's finally happening," her stern voice switched into something filled with shock, spinning around towards her husband, who glanced up from the wizarding news. A frown now etched deeply across his forehead. Finally, some emotion—the emotion Tess craved."The other Prefect is Lucius's boy, we have the Malfoys in our future." Her whole face lit up, although her features barely moved. You had to be kidding; was this some sort of nightmare? But the continuous conversation buzzing in the background confirmed it—<PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_EMAIL_ADDRESS> if Tess's body had turned into jelly, the heavy limbs made her stumble back slightly, forcing her to poise herself on he father's desk. The words 'Draco Malfoy' hung in the air, haunting her for the joy that had spread inside her body. Her heart skipped more than a beat. This couldn't be true. Out of all the people in the entire school—and there were many—she had to be paired with him. He wasn't even the best boy in their year, it was Blaise. But with his father's money, of course, he was chosen.Why does he creep into her life all the time? Wasn't it enough that their parents loved hosting galas together, forcing them to small talk and him always finding it to offend her? Digging her nails into the palms of her hands, she wanted to scream, but there was no point fighting this, instead, she braced herself for her misfortune of a future. She was going to work alongside the boy who had teased her relentlessly since they were eleven.She could remember it as if it were yesterday: the first time Draco Malfoy called her a disgrace for not taking pride in her pureblood heritage. Oh, how she would get mad. His slimy smile had been something she wished to punch in. For years, he taunted her in the hallways, calling her names. But she always teased him back—For every Blood traitor, there was a disgusting slug.And the bickering hadn't stopped—not even now, at nineteen.Trying to get movement back into her stiff body, her mother had found the silver prefect badge and studied it proudly from all different angles of the room. Reflecting her smile in it, her slits for eyes met Tess. She turned over to her daughter, the long mulberry dress dragging behind her, and gripped Tess's arm. Was her mother, for once, hugging her? Her heart started to echo the same beat that her friends gave her, but as the hand tightened, it was all stolen from her."Don't ruin this now," she hissed, digging her nails into the arm, leaving half-mooned marks. Flinching from the sting, Tess bit down on her tongue, forcing the tears back in, refusing to show weakness. Another thing you learned to live with.She stared down at her arm, biting her lip, pushing the tears back in as her mother left to have it sealed with a special spell, making it unbreakable. She couldn't have anything happen to her baby. The badge, not Tess. It was quite funny, somehow, how her mother could value a piece of jewelry more than her daughter's feelings. But what was Tess supposed to do? Argue it? It would only have her pushed into the dark corners of her life even more, making her parents resent her even more. The half-mooned marks joined her past scars, a trail of crimson outlining her past wounds. This summer couldn't end any faster.*****Sitting on the train was the calmest Tess had felt in months. The moment she stepped off the platform, the pressure to be perfect dissolved, and she was left behind in her family's suffocating home. For the first time in what felt like ages, she could breathe—and slouch.Oh, how she didn't miss her mother's endless nagging about posture. No more endless demands—do this, do that, be perfect—buzzing in her ear every single day. Now, in a few hours, she could finally be Tess. Not Constance, not young Miss Moulin, but her true self.Stretching her legs and propping her feet up on the checkered cushion in front of her, she gazed out the window, watching as the train station drifted further and further into the distance, revealing the endless ocean of trees making up the pathway to Hogwarts.She grabbed a large wine-red duffel bag from under her seat and began rummaging through it until she pulled out a small, silvery clump of metal—a Walkman, as her uncle called it. A muggle music device her uncle had given her on her 12th birthday, but it was something she never had been able to show her parents. Her parents would hate it, wouldn't they? A muggle innovation was far too "un-pure" in their world. But they didn't have to know. It was her little secret, and after her uncle's passing last year, she had been determined to keep it hidden from the rest of the world.As she continued rummaging, her fingers brushed against a plastic rectangle, picked it up, and placed it inside the Walkman. Gazing down at the Walkman, her fingers caressed the ink painted on it: 'To my favorite Tessie, let music live in you forever, chéri.' A soft smile faded onto her lips. It did—he made music a part of her soul.Lastly, shaking off the memories, she pulled out a pair of headphones. She slipped them on, muffling out the sound of the train and the chattering students wandering the train. Serotonin is now aching in her whole body.Beside her, Ziggy lay purring, soaking in the sun shining in through the large window. Her golden fur shone in the sun. Tess watched in awe, the warmth easing the weight of her family's expectations. As she brushed her long brown hair to the side, the harsh sound of the carriage door opening filled the little room, and the scent of pumpkin pastries filled the carriage."Tessie!" a bubbly voice exclaimed.Tess's eyes shot up, and in front of her, a girl jumped up and down in excitement, blonde curls moving with her. Tess, faster than lightning, got up from her seat."Rowena, finally!" she almost screamed at the top of her lungs, echoing inside the halls of the train.Rowena practically tackled Tess in a hug, the contrast of their hair wrapped around them. A wave of warmth traveled through her, the weight of the summer melting as she fell into Rowena's arms.They had been best friends since the first day of their first year. Sitting beside each other during the sorting ceremony, the two 11-year-old girls bonded over the fact that they were two of the few Slytherins who weren't "evil." That is what they would call everyone in Slytherin. They spent every second together, roaming the halls of the school as twins. Since day one, Rowena had been the sister Tess had always longed for—someone to cry, laugh, and share everything with.But as the years went on, Rowena had been more and more accepting of the other Slytherin students and had even begun dating one. The day Rowena told Tess about her newfound romance with Blaise Zabini, the two girls didn't talk for an entire month. In Tess's mind, her best friend was gone. The break had torn Tess in a way that she only came out of her dorm for school reasons. Only for them to become friends again on a random Tuesday and never speak about their break as friends.Even if Tess still couldn't figure out how, or why, Rowena wanted to be surrounded by them—maybe even fearing it. Rowena was Rowena, and Tess would never leave her side, even if the dirty glances she was used to giving had increased rapidly.They let go of each other and sat down across from one another. Rowena's voice filled it as she ranted on about her summer. She had been busy with dinner parties every other day now, when her sister was getting married, an arranged marriage that is, and the joining of the two families had been in the making all summer."He is so rude, I must say—not at all marriage material. Mother adores him, of course, but you know my mother, she only sees all of his wealth and status. Honestly, I've not heard him utter the words thank you a single time! It's sad, really,"Rowena wasn't pleased, not as if it was surprising. For a year now, she openly cursed her sister's soon-to-be husband, ranting about him every time she was forced to meet him. He was (in her words) ugly, inconsiderate, and "a rubbish little man who makes Snape look like a dream catch". It all had Tess throw her head back laughing, the situation was too sad not to; it was her way of coping, I guess. For with families like that, you had to cope.Both Tess's and Rowena's families were like any other elite pureblood family in this world. Starving for money and respect. Craving it so bad that selling your own daughter doesn't make ur stomach turn, not even a little bit. Marriage—her future. The thought sent shivers through her body. She would be in Rowena's sister's shoes in a couple of years, it didn't matter how much she resented it. In the end, her choice was already made—even if the mold of it suffocated her.They continued to chat. Tess told Rowena about making Prefect, which made her scream with joy. Later, when she found out who her partner was, her joy turned to fear. The girls giggled, petted Ziggy, listened to music, and ate all of Rowena's French pralines, which her father had brought home from a trip he had taken over the summer.One hour into the train ride, a knock on the carriage door made them both jump. Rowena glanced over, and a smile instantly shone across her face. It was Blaise. The tall, dark, and handsome boy entered the carriage with a grin as wide as an ocean."Hi there!" his voice was warm and calming when he had his attention on Rowena. On the outside, he seemed kind, with soft brown eyes and a soft smile, but the soft energy all of it turend icy cold when he noticed Tess.Blaise's eyes narrowed in on her as he muttered, "Oh, Moulin. " The air around them faded into a heavy cloud, cutting the warmth out of the carriage. Be nice, Tess."Zabini," she gave him a vague smile. Over the years, while dating Rowena Blaise, she had tried her best to be nice and proper. It was hard; him being friends with Draco had only made her distance from him, even if he loved her friend. Leaning against the frame of the carriage door, he opened his mouth again with a sigh."Draco has been looking for you, so you know." The sour words had her eyes shoot open. Great, of course, he was looking for her. This was exactly what she needed: to be around him, not even two hours into the school year.Rowena rolled her sky-blue eyes, embarrassed by her lover's distasteful behavior toward her friend. She let out a sharp sigh, trying to show Blaise how to behave, but it went straight over both of their heads."And why is that?" Tess asked, the words painted with a sour aftertaste, as she crossed her arms."Dunno, something about the Prefect thing, I guess," the Slytherin boy sighed. He couldn't be more unbothered by the situation."Can't we talk about it at school? I just want another hour before that hell begins," she laughed, with Rowena joining in."Fine, just don't blame me when he makes this even more hell for you," he spoke as he sat down next to Rowena, giving her a gentle kiss on the head. "He isn't exactly known for his patience."Tess had only been in the Hogwarts atmosphere for an hour, and life as a Slytherin had once more forced her to do things she despised. She wanted the train ride to be filled with laughter and sunshine, not awkward conversations and dark corners.He would never go to her if she had asked him. He would never spend his time on her—so why would she? Because you are better than him, Tess. Remember, be nice, and kill them with kindness; it cuts deeper. The quote her uncle had forced into her head since she was too small to remember. Rolling her eyes at the situation, she forced herself to get it over with; it would only take a minute."Which carriage is he in?" Tess sighed, dragging her hands over her legs."The last one.""Great." Not even a day in, he had found a way to ruin Tess's one shot at a moment of peace. She wasn't surprised—he always seemed to find a way to disturb her peace.With a sigh, Tess rose and headed towards the one place on earth she didn't want to be—with Draco Malfoy.*****Strolling the train halls, the air around her tugged on her skin the closer she got to the last carriage. The scent of expensive perfumes clung to the walls, and the feeling of peering eyes pressed against her, crawling under her porcelain skin like fiberglass.Her eyes glanced down at her shiny prefect badge, her mother had forced her to wear it every day, all day, to show the school that she was 'better than them'."But Mother, no one cares if I wear it on or not!" Tess had tried to get inside her stubborn mother's head, but it was as if it ricocheted off every single time."I do not care, Constance, you will wear it, and that you will do with pride. Do you understand?" she demanded."But mother""No. You listen to me, or that cat of yours goes in your uncle's grave." The words struck Tess, freezing her body stone cold. She wanted to scream, argue, and beg on her bare knees, but the image of Ziggy lying 6 feet below slammed her mouth shut. Even if it tore her apart, bit by bit, removing the joy inside her, the price of obeying hung like stones on her heart. Wear it for your darn cat.There was no reason to dwell on that anymore, here she was: a prefect, cat safe, paired with him. With the chatter around her dying down, she brushed off the thoughts as she finally reached the last carriage—and there he was. The pale, blonde boy sat leaning against the window with a book in hand. Her muscles tightened, and her whole body screamed at her to return at the sight of the boy. She didn't want to meet him, god knows she didn't, but she could not p@ssy out now."Malfoy." Tess forced herself to utter the word, even if her throat tried to prevent it at all costs.The boy jumped and almost dropped his book."God, do you knock?" he blurted out. "Oh, it's you." his icy blue eyes scanned her from top to toe with a prominent frown."Zabini told me you wanted to talk. What do you have on your cold little heart?" Tess explained, continuing to stand in the doorframe, arms tightly crossed."Yes, sit down," he sighed.It took everything in her to do as he told her. She loathed being controlled by people, especially by people for whom she had hatred. She sat down on the seat in front of him and crossed her legs, waiting for him to say something. This carriage, compared to hers, was rather big, had leather cushions in black, and the room reeked of tobacco."God, how can u sit in here?" Tess blurted out.Malfoy, who was about to begin speaking, changed his face into a question mark."Sorry?" The blonde boy mumbled."It reeks of smoke. How can you even breathe? What if Snape comes in here? You know, he won't let that pass." She snarled, wrinkling her nose. "But you don't care, do you?""I use something called magic," Draco sneered, slamming his book closed. "You've heard of it, I assume?" he grinned, her fingers itching to wipe it off his face."And as to why I wanted to speak with you," He continued, "Well, I spoke with Professor Snape earlier, and you'll find out about this later." His voice was low, strained almost. "But the prefects always share a dorm. Which means that you and I are going to share a room."Tess's face turned into the color of her school shimmy as her stomach dropped. Sharing a dorm? With him? He had to be joking. Her thoughts swarmed darker by the minute. The scenarios of what sharing a dorm entailed invaded her mind: Cat gone, locked out, and him always being there. It was hard enough to keep up a facade of his comments not getting to her outside her dorm, but doing it around the clock. It would be impossible. Clenching her sweat-filled hands in a fist, she took a rapid breath, for somewhere between her thoughts, the air had vanished around her. Why didn't she know this?Not making Prefect and being punished by her parents gleamed bright as a star in her mind, compared to whatever this was. However, her parents would love this. She and the heir of Malfoy—sharing a room. They would ramble about how this was her chance to marry into their family. Marry—Draco Malfoy? The thought filled her mouth with acid. Could she please wake up soon? This dream wasn't any fun."But that's unacceptable," he continued, forcing her eyes to snap back at him.Nodding in agreement, she clenched her fists harder, digging her nails deep into her palms."So, I've been making up a few excuses as to why we can't fulfill this situation," he explained, grabbing onto a black leather notebook covered in silver details and flipping his fingers through the pages."Like what, Malfoy? What would make Snape change his mind about this centuries-long tradition?" Tess sought to wake up from this nightmare of reality."Well, just because you asked so nicely, we could say that you snore loudly, and I need my sleep.""You are unbelievable," She muttered, suppressing her laugh. The extremely witty and clever Draco Malfoy thinks snoring will make this go away. Snape will not care for his beauty sleep. For her, it was hilarious, but it seemed as if she was the only one with that reaction. Before her, Draco's cold exterior had been replaced by two sharp, slightly enraged eyes."I wasn't done," he snapped, making the veins on his forehead carve out."I could also say that my father insists I need my own room. Or that you and I are in a relationship because you know how old-fashioned Snape can be. He would not let two dating teens share a room."Either the father card or being in love with Draco Malfoy? Did he genuinely think that would work, the two of them, a couple? The idea made her blood burn holes inside her. She would rather kiss Filtch before agreeing to that. But his father's demand is not gonna work either, Snape doesn't care."No." Her voice was sharp, criticizing his plan."No?" Malfoy's head tilted to the side as his face turned sour with disbelief."No, I will not pretend to date you, and your 'father card' is not going to work," Tess explained.Malfoys clenched his jaw; his temper was short, and Tess made it shorter."Oh, okay. What do you think we should do then, hm?" he hissed.Tess's brain began working in overdrive. This was hard, having a good enough reason to make them separate the two without embarrassing herself. She scratched her head, trying to come up with something. Perhaps a simple "we refuse" could work, but not on Snape; he doesn't care at all. Or maybe "A girl and a boy cannot share a room; I need my privacy.""So?" The p@ss@d boy asked."Well," She hesitated, "I thought we, or I, could say that as a woman, I need my privacy for countless reasons. I mean, he can't argue with that, that's extremely discriminating."She expected a laugh, but no. He only sat there, staring at the floor, scratching his neck. His face switched between furrowing his brow, closing his eyes, and opening his mouth. Was it so hard to make up an answer? And here, Tess thought Draco Malfoy was a witty and quick-thinking fella."Fine. That could work, I guess," he sighed, not letting his gaze meet hers."Wait, what?" Tess chuckled—did Draco Malfoy agree with her for once?He glanced up at the girl; his narrowed eyes were colder than the ice surrounding them."I'm not going to repeat myself.""Here, I thought convincing you would take all night." A soft smile escaped her lips, and she dragged her hands over her jeans."I would rather slit my own throat, than spend the night with you, Moulin." he spit, staring up from his eyebrows."It was a joke, Malfoy. Ever heard of them?" she sighed. God, he was not only annoying but boring. Please don't let this be her new everyday."Oh, couldn't tell. It must've been a pretty rubbish one. Thought the weasel twins would've thought you better than that.""Well, you don't have to cr@p on my outstanding humor because you're severely lacking in that department, Mafloy." She rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms tightly. Spending every day doing this would sooner drive her mad.Tess straightened her posture, letting her gaunt fingers brush against the cold silver badge pinned to her. She wanted to run away from all this responsibility, from all the things she feared at this time, but she could only live it out. She let out a soundless sigh, forcing herself to come to terms with her reality."Moulin, you can leave now. Don't need you to poison the air with your presence." The boy spat, narrowing his icy blue eyes at her. She huffed at the comment, says the one smoking inside.That is the mean spirit that made her feel as if all Slytherins were the same: cold, cruel, and utterly insufferable. She rose and left the blonde boy in his frigid carriage, but right before leaving it behind, she turned to him."This is gonna work out, right?" she asked, though the doubt in her voice betrayed her. If this didn't work, she—they were f@ck@d. Majorly. Nothing would be the same, she wouldn't have a place to relax, think, or even breathe—for he would be there. Leaving parts of his existence in every corner of her life. Rising from her seat, she locked her eyes on him. Say something—anything."Trust me, Moulin. I'll get us out of this...somehow," he sneered. Though the comment made her sigh, she couldn't blame him, she was thinking the same thing. If this didn't work, her mind couldn't even make up another reality. This had to work. Taking a halt, she headed into the halls, slight relief flowing through her body. This year was already slipping out of her control, and it was only the beginning. Draco's sharp glare followed her vanishing. Was it her or the badge on her chest that he hated more—that only the universe knew?'
User: Summarize the chapter based on the content provided, ensuring to follow the set format and emphasize key aspects within the specified length.
User: Summarize the chapter based on the content provided, ensuring to follow the set format and emphasize key aspects within the specified length.
Assistant: