Enemies to Lovers Draco Malfoy x Y/N Y/L/N

Christmas Adventure

A/N: This one is long. I hope that's okay!

Christmas morning dawned crisp and bright at Hogwarts, the Great Hall adorned with festive decorations and the air filled with the joyful chatter of students. Y/N, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves surrounded by the warmth of their friends and the magic of the season as they gathered at the Gryffindor table for breakfast.

After exchanging gifts with their fellow Gryffindors and indulging in Mrs. Weasley's homemade treats that had arrived by owl post, the four friends retreated to a cozy corner near the common room fireplace to share their own presents.

Ron, ever the eager gift-giver, pulled out packages wrapped in his mother's distinctive hand-knitted paper. Each of them bore their initials in intricate designs. Y/N's gift was a soft scarf in Slytherin green, while Hermione received a book on advanced spellcasting techniques.

"And for Harry," Ron announced with a grin, handing over a parcel wrapped in maroon paper, "Mum's latest creation."

Harry unwrapped the parcel to reveal a thick, hand-knitted sweater in maroon with a large 'H' emblazoned on the front. He chuckled warmly, touched by Mrs. Weasley's thoughtfulness. "Looks like I've got a maroon sweater for every day of the week now," he joked, remembering his Weasley hand-me-downs.

As they laughed and exchanged stories about their families' Christmas traditions, Hermione suddenly remembered something. "Harry, didn't you get a present that was just a bit different this year?" she asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

Harry's expression shifted slightly, a spark of excitement lighting up his eyes. "Oh, right," he replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, silvery bundle. "It was tucked inside a note from Dumbledore."

Y/N and Ron leaned in closer, their curiosity piqued. Harry carefully unwrapped the bundle, revealing a magnificent cloak made of a shimmering, silvery material that seemed to flow like water.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak," Harry explained quietly, his voice filled with awe. "Dumbledore said it belonged to my father."

Hermione gasped softly, her eyes widening in amazement. "An Invisibility Cloak?" she whispered, barely able to contain her excitement. "Imagine the possibilities!"

Ron grinned broadly. "You'll be able to sneak around Hogwarts without anyone seeing you," he exclaimed, clearly impressed.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement herself, imagining the adventures they could have with such a powerful magical artifact.

Later that night, the four friends found themselves gathered once more in the Gryffindor common room. The castle was quiet under the hush of Christmas night, the occasional flicker of a candle casting dancing shadows on the walls.

With the Invisibility Cloak draped over them, Harry led the way as they ventured into the corridors of Hogwarts. The cloak enveloped them completely, rendering them invisible to anyone who might pass by.

Their hearts pounded with anticipation as they navigated the darkened halls, their footsteps muffled against the stone floors. Following Harry's lead, they made their way to the forbidden corridor where the three-headed dog was rumored to guard something valuable.

As they approached the door to the corridor, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. She glanced at her friends, their faces illuminated by the faint glow of Harry's wand.

With bated breath, they slipped through the door and into the dimly lit corridor beyond. The air was thick with the musty scent of old magic and the distant sound of the dog's heavy breathing.

They moved cautiously, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. Suddenly, they spotted the massive silhouette of the three-headed dog curled up at the far end of the corridor, its three heads resting on its paws.

"It's asleep," Hermione whispered, relief evident in her voice.

Y/N nodded silently, her heart still racing. They edged closer, curiosity urging them forward. But just as they reached the midpoint of the corridor, the dog's ears twitched, sensing their presence.

In an instant, the dog's eyes snapped open, its heads lifting in unison. The friends froze in terror as the dog's gaze swept over them, its growl rumbling deep in its throat.

Without hesitation, Harry grabbed Y/N's hand and sprinted back towards the door, the others close behind. They raced through the corridors, the dog's furious barks echoing behind them.

They burst out of the forbidden corridor and into the cold night air, sprinting across the grounds towards Hagrid's hut. The cloak billowed around them as they ran, the adrenaline of their narrow escape coursing through their veins.

Finally, breathless and panting, they reached Hagrid's hut and pounded on the door. Moments later, Hagrid swung it open, his eyes wide with surprise.

"What in blazes are yeh lot doin' out 'ere at this hour?" he exclaimed, ushering them inside.

"We found the three-headed dog," Harry gasped between breaths, the words tumbling out in a rush. "It woke up, and we had to run!"

Hagrid's expression turned serious. "Yeh shouldn't be messin' 'round with that dog," he said sternly, his concern evident.

As they caught their breath, Hagrid listened intently to their story, his brow furrowed with worry. "There's somethin' in the castle that dog's guardin'," he admitted reluctantly. "But yeh mustn't go lookin' for it. It's dangerous, I tell yeh."

The four friends exchanged glances, the weight of Hagrid's words sinking in. They knew they had stumbled upon something far more perilous than they had imagined—a secret hidden deep within the heart of Hogwarts.