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

Mystic Fears and Unexpected Feelings

The next morning, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Y/N shuffled into the dimly lit Divination classroom. The room was heavy with the scent of incense, and the air seemed thick with an otherworldly haze. Fat little pouffes in various shades of green and purple were scattered around the room, providing a somewhat uncomfortable but strangely cozy seating arrangement.

The four friends found a space together, settling onto their pouffes. Y/N sat beside Hermione, with Harry and Ron on the pouffes opposite them. As they got comfortable, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil filled in the remaining seats.

Professor Trelawney entered the room with dramatic flair, her enormous glasses magnifying her eyes to an almost comical degree. She swept past the students, her robes trailing behind her like a dark cloud.

"Welcome, my children," she intoned in a voice as soft as velvet and just as mysterious. "In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future. But know this: one either has the Gift or not. It cannot be divined from the pages of a book. Books only cloud one's Inner Eye."

Hermione muttered under her breath, "What rubbish."

Ron spun around to face Hermione, his brow furrowed. "Where'd you come from?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Me? I've been here all along."

Professor Trelawney fixed her gaze on Neville Longbottom. "You, boy! Is your grandmother well?"

Neville looked nervous. "I... I think so."

Professor Trelawney's eyes widened. "I wouldn't be so sure of that."

She continued, her voice taking on an ominous tone. "The first term will be devoted to the reading of tea leaves. If all goes well, we will proceed to palmistry, fire omens, and finally... the crystal ball."

She eyed Parvati Patil carefully. "By the way, dear, beware a red-haired man."

Parvati looked nervously at Ron, edging her pouffe away from him.

Professor Trelawney's gaze swept over the class. "Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And in late spring, one of our number will... leave us forever."

A shiver of unease passed through the room. The students exchanged anxious glances, but Trelawney's bright smile did little to alleviate their discomfort.

"Well then," Trelawney said, her tone suddenly cheerful, "shall we?"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Y/N each took a cup and began to swirl their tea leaves. The room was filled with the clinking of china and the faint rustle of turning pages as they consulted their textbooks, "Unfogging the Future," for guidance.

Y/N glanced at her cup, noting the strange patterns that had formed. She leaned closer, her brow furrowing in concentration. Harry, sitting opposite her, did the same with his own cup, peering at the leaves with a puzzled expression.

Professor Trelawney glided over to Y/N, her eyes alight with interest. She peered into Y/N's cup and inhaled sharply.

"Oh, my dear," Trelawney said with a mix of pity and curiosity, "I see a dark figure... but also a shimmering light. It seems you will face some trials, but there is a great potential for clarity and success. Beware of deception; not all that glitters is gold."

Y/N looked up, a mixture of apprehension and curiosity in her eyes. "Deception? What does that mean?"

Trelawney gave her a cryptic smile. "It means you must trust your instincts. Not everything is as it seems. But fear not; there is light ahead if you remain true to yourself."