Y/N x Draco Malfoy (Enemies to Lovers)

Family Ties

Y/N's POV

The Great Hall buzzed with excitement as usual, but I couldn't feel any of it. My mind was elsewhere—on Harry, on the bombshell that had dropped between us just days ago. I kept glancing at him from across the Gryffindor table, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on me. Since I told him we were siblings, we hadn't really spoken. The silence was unbearable, the space between us growing larger with every passing day.

"Are you alright?" Hermione's voice broke through my thoughts. She was sitting next to me, eyes filled with concern.

I forced a nod, not trusting myself to speak. "Just a lot to process, I guess."

Hermione gave me a sympathetic look, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes. She knew something was up, but I wasn't ready to explain it all yet, not to her, not to anyone.

After breakfast, I saw Harry standing outside the Great Hall, waiting for me. His green eyes met mine, and I could see the confusion, the hurt lingering there.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice soft but urgent.

I nodded silently, and together we walked toward outside the Great Hall. The walk was tense, filled with unspoken words. My heart raced as I wondered what he was going to say, what I would say in return.

When we reached the common room, Harry turned to face me, his expression serious. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" His voice was low, but the frustration was clear. "You've known for weeks, Y/N. Why didn't you say anything?"

I swallowed hard, guilt washing over me. "I didn't know how to tell you, Harry. I barely knew how to process it myself. Finding out you're my brother... it was overwhelming. I didn't want to spring it on you like that, especially after you said you were fine on your own."

Harry shook his head, running a hand through his already messy hair. "I just... I don't understand why no one told us. All these years, I thought I was alone."

"You weren't alone, Harry," I said softly, stepping closer. "I've been alone too. I grew up not knowing you, not knowing about our parents. And now, we're in the same place, trying to figure it all out. I'm just as confused as you are."

He stopped pacing and looked at me, his anger softening into something more vulnerable. "I spent my whole life thinking I had no family left. Now... it's just a lot to take in."

"I know," I whispered, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. "But you do have family, Harry. We have each other now. That's what matters."

We walked back to the Great Hall because I was absolutely famished, and as Harry and I sat down Hermione and Ron exchanged glances, obviously sensing the tension in the room.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, his eyes flicking between Harry and me.

I took a deep breath. "We're siblings."

Hermione gasped. "Wait, what?"

Harry nodded, his expression still conflicted. "We just found out."

The shock on their faces was almost comical, but I didn't have the energy to laugh. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but stopped, clearly overwhelmed by the revelation.

Before anyone could say more, Harry pulled me into a hug again. This time, I didn't hesitate. I hugged him back, feeling the bond between us solidify. We were family, and no matter what, we'd figure this out together.

Draco's POV

 I watched the scene unfold from the shadows of the Great Hall, my chest tightening with a mix of emotions I couldn't fully explain. There they were again—Y/N and Potter—hugging like they shared some deep, personal connection. I didn't understand it. Why was she so close to him?

My jaw clenched as I watched them, something burning inside me that I couldn't control. The more I saw them together, the more furious I became. It didn't make sense. Why was she spending time with him? I thought she was different, that she wasn't like the others who threw themselves at Potter.

But that hug... it spoke volumes. She was obviously close to him—closer than I'd realized.

Without thinking, I slammed my fist against the stone wall. The sharp pain that shot through my hand barely registered over the anger boiling in my veins. My knuckles split open, blood staining the sleeve of my robe, but I didn't care.

"What does she see in him?" I muttered, my voice low and bitter. I couldn't understand it. Every time I saw her, all I could think about was how much I wanted her. But then I'd see her with Potter, and it felt like everything was slipping out of my control.

She was supposed to be different. She was supposed to be mine, not Potter's.

I stalked away from the corridor, my mind racing. I had to find out what was really going on between them. Whatever this connection was, I would make sure it didn't get in my way.

As I rounded a corner, I looked down at my bloody hand and cursed under my breath. My frustration was boiling over, and I was losing control. I couldn't keep pretending I didn't care. I wanted her, and no one—not even Potter—was going to stand in my way.

She was mine. She had to be.

Y/N's POV

After the hug, things felt lighter between Harry and me. For the first time in days, it seemed like we were starting to understand each other, to really figure out what it meant to be family. But that nagging feeling was still there, the one that had been following me since I arrived at Hogwarts. Something wasn't right.

And then there was Draco. He'd been acting strange lately, his moods darker than usual. I couldn't help but wonder if he knew something—or if he was hiding something from me. The way he looked at me like I was slipping out of his grasp, only added to the confusion swirling in my head. He rushed out of the Great Hall, and I saw a glimpse of him. I think he was hurt, almost as though he was bleeding.

I don't know why, but I had to see him and know if he was okay.

Authors Note:

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