Y/N x Draco Malfoy (Enemies to Lovers)

Unspoken words

Y/N's POV

The Astronomy Tower had become my refuge—a quiet place to breathe and think, far from the prying eyes of Hogwarts. But tonight, it didn't feel the same. The air was thick with memories of that night with Draco, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake them. Every thought returned to him, every ache reminding me of what I wished I could forget.

As I looked out over the castle grounds, I heard footsteps echo up the staircase. My heart dropped, and I turned to see him.

"Y/N," Draco's voice was soft, almost cautious. His eyes held a glimmer of something I hadn't seen in days—something that looked dangerously close to regret. "I... I didn't think you'd be here."

I turned away, crossing my arms as if I could shield myself from him, from the pull he still seemed to have on me. "Then why did you come?"

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. "I just... needed some air. Needed to think."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Right. Funny how you always find yourself here when you need to think."

For a moment, he looked taken aback, but then he stepped closer, his face twisting in frustration. "Look, I know I haven't been myself lately. It's just... things with Pansy, they were easier. I thought if I could pretend..."

"Pretend what?" I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. "Pretend that what happened between us meant nothing?"

Draco's gaze softened, but he didn't answer. I shook my head, anger and hurt bubbling up from days of being ignored, pushed aside like I was nothing.

"You really think I'd believe this?" I gestured between us. "You were my first kiss, Draco. My first. And you took it and... played with it, like it was some game. All those times you ignored me, paraded around with Pansy... it hurt. More than you can imagine."

"Y/N..." He reached out, but I pulled back, not willing to let him off that easily.

"I didn't know what to think," I continued, my voice breaking. "I was ready to believe that maybe—just maybe—you felt something too. But the moment you pushed me away, I realized how stupid I was to think that. You're cruel, Draco. Do you know how heartbreaking it was to watch you pretend it never happened?"

Draco looked away, jaw clenched. "You don't understand, Y/N. It's not that simple. Things... there are things I can't explain. Things you wouldn't understand."

"Then make me understand," I challenged, tears stinging my eyes. But he stayed silent, unable or unwilling to give me anything. "That's what I thought."

I brushed past him, heading for the staircase. Just before I left, I glanced back, a bitter edge to my voice. "I'm done being strung along by you, Draco."

Draco's POV

As she disappeared down the stairs, a hollow feeling settled in my chest. The words I wanted to say clung to my throat, trapped by the impossible weight of everything I wasn't supposed to feel. She didn't understand the risk, the stakes. If I let her in, it wouldn't just be my heart on the line—it would be everything I'd ever known.

But as her footsteps faded, I realized how much it hurt to let her go, how every look she'd given me over these past days had chipped away at my resolve. Watching her drift away was like slowly drowning.

I wanted to tell her that what we'd shared meant something to me too. But I couldn't.

Y/N's POV

The following days felt like a blur, a hollow ache reminding me of what I wished I could let go of. Draco's silence only made the pain sharper, as if every look he refused to give me was another rejection. But I was done waiting, done feeling broken over someone who didn't care enough to fight for me.

That's when Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, started spending time with me. It was unexpected at first—a few conversations here and there after practice, a smile in the hallway. He was kind and easy to talk to, his warmth cutting through the cloud of confusion Draco had left behind.

One afternoon, Oliver found me at the pitch after practice, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Y/N, how about we take a walk by the lake? Just to clear our heads a bit."

The invitation surprised me, but it felt natural. "I'd love that," I replied, returning his smile.

We wandered down to the lake, talking about Quidditch, the upcoming match, and laughing about our last visit to Hogsmeade. He kept things light, making it easier to ignore the sting of the past few days. He was kind, straightforward—a refreshing change from the turmoil Draco had left behind.

Just as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Oliver paused, glancing at me with a serious look. "Y/N... I know things haven't been easy for you. But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

His sincerity warmed me, and for the first time, I felt a glimmer of happiness that wasn't shadowed by confusion or hurt.

"Thank you, Oliver," I replied softly. "I really appreciate it."

Draco's POV

From across the courtyard, I caught sight of Y/N and Wood by the lake, talking and laughing as if they didn't have a care in the world. Something in me twisted painfully as I watched them. I'd pushed her away, thinking it was for the best, but seeing her with someone else made my stomach clench with jealousy.

Wood had always been close to her, but now, there was something new between them, something I couldn't ignore. She looked happy with him, lighter, like she didn't have to deal with the complications I'd burdened her with.

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to interrupt, to remind her that I was still here. But what right did I have? I was the one who'd driven her away. And now, I'd have to live with the consequences.

Y/N's POV

As Oliver and I walked back to the castle that evening, I felt lighter than I had in days. The memory of Draco's silence and his mixed signals felt distant, like a weight I was finally ready to let go of.

We reached the courtyard, and as we stood there, he hesitated, a small smile on his face. "Would you like to do this again sometime?"

I smiled, nodding. "I'd like that, Oliver"

In that moment, I realized I was ready to leave the past behind and maybe, just maybe, find happiness with someone who truly cared for me.

Draco's POV

Later that evening, I caught sight of Y/N and Wood laughing as they entered the castle. The sight clawed at something deep in my chest, a raw mix of jealousy and regret. She looked so at ease with him, like she'd already left me behind.

I tried to tell myself I was fine with her moving on, that she deserved better. But seeing her with Wood made me realize just how wrong I'd been. I hadn't expected it to hurt this much.

But what could I do? I'd let her go, thinking it would make things easier. Now, I was left with nothing but the ache of knowing that, even though I cared, I'd lost her.