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

Secrets Beneath the Surface

thunderclap echoed through the night, illuminating the dark sky outside Hogwarts. Inside the castle, Harry and Ron navigated the Grand Staircase, their footsteps splashing through a trail of water.

"What's this?" Harry asked, glancing down at the puddles forming under their feet.

"Yuck!" Ron exclaimed, wrinkling his nose. "This is disgusting."

"It looks like Moaning Myrtle's flooded the bathroom," Harry said, shaking his head as he followed the trail.

As they approached the bathroom, Hermione and Y/N appeared around the corner, catching up with them.

"Hey, what's going on?" Hermione asked, her eyes narrowing at the sight of the water.

Y/N, glancing at the mess, added, "We heard Myrtle's wailing from down the hall. What's happened?"

They all entered the bathroom, where Myrtle was floating by the window, her expression mournful.

"Come to throw something else at me?" Myrtle's voice was a wail of despair.

Harry looked puzzled. "Why would I throw something at you?"

Myrtle's ghostly form trembled with irritation. "Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business, when someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me."

Ron furrowed his brow. "But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it'd just go right through you."

"SURE!" Myrtle snapped, flying right into Ron's face. "Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it! Ten points if it goes through my stomach!" She thrust her arm through Ron's stomach, then through his head. "Fifty points if it goes through my head!"

Hermione stepped forward, trying to calm Myrtle. "Myrtle, we're not here to upset you. We just want to understand what happened."

But Myrtle was too upset to listen. "I don't know who did it. I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death, when it fell through the top of my head."

As Myrtle floated away, sobbing, Harry spotted something on the floor. He bent down and picked up an old, leather-bound book—Tom Riddle's Diary.

Y/N's eyes widened as they saw the diary. "Is that what I think it is? Tom Riddle's Diary?"

Hermione stepped closer, examining the diary with interest. "I've read about this. It's connected to some dark history. We need to be very careful."

Harry looked at Hermione and Y/N, holding the diary tightly. "I think I should take a closer look at this. We can bring it to Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore later, but I need to understand more about it first."

Hermione nodded. "That sounds like a good plan. Just be careful, Harry."

Y/N agreed. "Yeah, if it's connected to the attacks, it could be important."

As they left the bathroom, the storm outside raged on, its thunder echoing their growing sense of urgency. The secrets of the diary were about to come to light, and Harry was determined to uncover the truth.

Harry's voice was resolute as he spoke. "I'll take a look at it tonight. We'll meet up in the common room later."

With that decision made, they headed off in different directions, their minds occupied by the mystery that lay ahead.