Y/N x Draco Malfoy (Enemies to Lovers)

'Stay away from Draco'

Y/N's POV

The warm glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Gryffindor common room, casting long shadows across the stone floor. I sat by the fireplace, a book open in front of me, though I hadn't read a word. My mind kept drifting—back to Draco, to the way his hand brushed against mine in Potions, and the smirk he gave me as we left class. There was something about him that I couldn't shake, something that made my pulse quicken in a way I wasn't used to.

But as much as I hated to admit it, it wasn't just curiosity. It was something more. Something dangerous.

"Y/N," Hermione's voice cut through my thoughts, and I looked up to see her standing with Ron and Harry. The serious expressions on their faces told me that this wasn't just a casual visit.

I closed the book, leaning back in my chair. "What's up?"

Hermione sat down across from me, her brow furrowed with concern. "We need to talk," she said, glancing at Harry, who was pacing near the fireplace, his fists clenched at his sides.

Ron leaned against the arm of the couch, arms crossed, his face unusually serious.

"About Draco," Harry said, his voice tight with frustration. He stopped pacing and looked at me, his green eyes burning with something I hadn't seen before—anger, yes, but also something protective. "Why are you spending so much time with him?"

I blinked, taken aback by the directness of the question. "I'm not 'spending time' with him," I said, trying to keep my tone even. "We've been paired up in class a few times, that's all."

Harry shook his head, his jaw tightening. "It's more than that, Y/N. He's dangerous."

Hermione nodded, her voice soft but firm. "Draco Malfoy isn't someone you can trust. He's... well, his family has ties to dark magic. You've seen how he treats people—he's not kind, especially not to Muggle-borns."

Ron chimed in, his voice more irritated. "He's a git, that's all you need to know."

I sighed, feeling the weight of their stares. "I know who Draco is," I said carefully. "But he's different with me. He's not like that when we're alone."

Harry's face darkened, and he stepped closer. "That's exactly what he wants you to think," he snapped. "Malfoy's manipulative, and I don't want to see you get hurt because you believe he's something he's not."

I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. Part of me knew they were right—Draco was dangerous, or at least that's what everyone kept telling me. But the other part of me, the part that had felt that spark of connection in Potions, didn't want to believe it. There was something in Draco that drew me in, something I couldn't explain.

Hermione leaned forward, her eyes pleading. "We're just worried about you, Y/N. Draco... he's involved in things that you don't understand yet."

Harry's gaze softened, but the intensity didn't fade. "Please, stay away from him. For your own sake."

I looked down at my hands, twisting my fingers together. "I'll be careful," I said quietly. It wasn't a promise, but it was the best I could offer at the moment. The truth was, I didn't know what to do. Draco was complicated, and so were my feelings about him.

Hermione looked like she wanted to say more, but before she could, Harry turned and stormed out of the common room, leaving us in an awkward silence.

"He'll cool down," Ron muttered, but even he didn't sound convinced.

I nodded absently, my thoughts already spiraling. Was I making a mistake? Could Draco really be trusted, or was he playing a game I didn't understand? The golden trio was right—there was something about Draco Malfoy that didn't quite add up. And yet, I still couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than they realized.

As I stood up to leave, Hermione reached out, touching my arm. "Be careful, Y/N," she said softly. "Harry's right. Draco's not someone to get involved with."

I offered a small nod and left the common room, my mind swirling with confusion. I needed air, and space to think. Maybe I was in over my head.

Later that evening...

I was walking down one of the quieter corridors, trying to clear my mind, when I heard voices coming from an empty classroom up ahead. I slowed down, realizing one of the voices sounded familiar. It was Harry.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I edged closer to the door, careful not to make a sound. The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, I could see Harry talking to Professor Dumbledore.

"She's at Hogwarts now," Harry was saying, his voice low and urgent. "But she doesn't know."

"She'll find out in time," Dumbledore replied, his tone calm as ever. "And when she does, she'll need your support."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. "But why didn't Remus tell her everything? Why keep it from her?"

Dumbledore sighed, his eyes twinkling with something I couldn't quite place. "Sometimes, Harry, secrets are kept for protection. When the time is right, she will learn the truth. But for now, it is best she remains unaware."

My heart skipped a beat, and I pressed myself closer to the wall, trying to process what I was hearing. What truth? What didn't I know?

I took a step back, my mind racing. Had Remus been keeping something from me? Something important?

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Harry's voice dropped lower, and he said something that sent a chill down my spine.

"She has a right to know who her family really is."

Family. What did Harry mean by that? My head was spinning, and I quickly made my way back down the corridor, my mind a jumble of questions and doubts.

What wasn't Remus telling me? And what did Harry know that I didn't?

I needed answers.

Authors Note:

So things are finally picking up the pace, but what was this conversation that Harry was having with Dumbledore??

Do you guys have any recommendations for some books I could read?