Y/N x Draco Malfoy (Enemies to Lovers)

Bitter

Y/N's POV

The days after my confrontation with Draco were a blur of confusion and pain. It was as if overnight, he had transformed into someone I barely recognized. His icy glares, snide remarks, and cutting words became an everyday occurrence. The worst part? I didn't understand why.

In the hallways, Draco would sneer at me, his once soft grey eyes now filled with a coldness that pierced through me. He'd call me names under his breath—things I knew weren't true but still stung. And the way he treated me in front of others, especially the Slytherins, made it clear: whatever connection we'd had, it was over.

"Watch where you're going, Potter," he spat one day as I passed him by, intentionally knocking his shoulder into mine so hard that I stumbled.

My heart clenched at the way he said it. "Potter." He had never called me that before. It wasn't just a name—it was a weapon, a reminder that in his eyes, I was nothing more than Harry's sister. I was nothing to him now.

Why had things changed so quickly? Why was he so cruel now? These questions tormented me day and night. I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed answers.

Later that day, I found Draco alone near the entrance of the Slytherin common room, leaning against the wall with that same arrogant smirk plastered on his face. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached him, my resolve strengthening with every step.

"What is your problem, Draco?" I demanded, my voice trembling with the anger I had tried to hold back for days. "Why are you treating me like this?"

Draco barely glanced at me, his smirk fading into a sneer. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" I snapped. "One day, we were... I don't know, something. And now you're doing everything you can to make me feel like dirt. What changed? Why are you so cruel to me?"

His eyes met mine then, and for a split second, I thought I saw a flicker of something softer—something like regret. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by that cold indifference that had come to define him in recent days.

"Maybe I just finally realized what you are," he said, his voice sharp and biting. "You're nothing but Potter's sister. And that makes you worthless to me."

His words hit like a slap in the face. I felt the air leave my lungs, my chest tightening with hurt. "Worthless?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

Draco straightened, crossing his arms as he looked at me with disdain. "Did you really think I could ever care about someone like you? You're a joke, Y/N. I don't care about you, and I never did. It was all just... curiosity. But now I see who you really are. You're just another Gryffindor brat with Potter's blood running through your veins."

Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Why are you doing this, Draco?" I asked quietly, my voice shaking. "Why are you being so horrible to me?"

He laughed bitterly, running a hand through his platinum-blonde hair. "Because I don't want anything to do with you! You're nothing to me, Y/N. Don't you get it?"

Something broke inside me at that moment. I had been holding onto hope—hope that Draco's coldness was just a façade, that deep down, he still cared. But hearing him say those words, seeing the hatred in his eyes, crushed whatever feelings I had left for him.

"Fine," I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat. "If that's how you feel... then stay away from me. I'm done trying."

Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked away, my heart heavy with betrayal. As I moved farther from him, the tears finally fell, silent and bitter.