Y/N x Draco Malfoy (Enemies to Lovers)

Gryffindor v/s Slytherin

Y/N's POV

The last few days with Oliver had been nothing short of magical. His warmth, his jokes, and his constant support lifted my spirits in a way I hadn't felt for a long time. We spent hours together in the common room, his arm slung over my shoulder as we studied, or talking by the lake, where he'd tease me about my technique as a Chaser. With him, I felt secure, valued, and like I could finally leave all the heartache with Draco behind.

And today was the big match: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Gryffindor was on edge, determined to secure the win and protect our title. We gathered in the changing room, Oliver delivering one of his legendary pep talks, filling the team with energy. Catching my eye, he winked, and I smiled, my heart pounding with excitement.

Draco's POV

I spotted Y/N and Wood on the field, laughing together, their heads close as they prepared for the game. It was like a curse—no matter how hard I tried to block it out, the sight of them together sent a jolt of anger through me.

I told myself that showing Y/N my worth on the field today was what mattered. She could pretend she was over me all she wanted, but I'd make her remember who I was.

I kicked off hard, letting the speed rush through me, my broom soaring higher than the others. The wind whipped through my hair, and for a moment, the thrill distracted me from everything else. But when I caught sight of Y/N again, darting after a Quaffle, focused and determined, I felt that familiar ache resurface.

Y/N's POV

The game was a frenzy of movement, shouts, and cheers echoing around the stadium. I dodged a Slytherin Chaser, throwing the Quaffle through the hoop, scoring another ten points. I grinned, adrenaline coursing through me as Oliver cheered me on from across the pitch.

But then I noticed Draco. He was weaving through the players, flaunting every trick he had, throwing sharp glances in my direction as if every move was made for me. It was infuriating, and I focused even harder, trying to block him out.

The game grew more intense as the scores stayed close, both teams pushing harder, neither willing to back down. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Draco swerved straight toward Oliver, cutting him off sharply. My heart leaped as I watched Oliver lose his balance, gripping his broom tightly to stay on.

Before I could process what was happening, Draco was at it again, veering closer, his movements more aggressive. I could see Oliver trying to focus, but the distraction was too much. Draco's final pass cut him off completely, and Oliver lost his balance, slipping from his broom and plummeting to the ground.

"No!" I screamed, hurtling down to the pitch as Oliver hit the ground, clutching his arm in pain.

Draco's POV

I hadn't meant for it to go this far. I'd just wanted to prove myself, to remind Y/N of what we shared. But seeing her horrified expression, watching her fly down to Wood's side—reality crashed in hard.

What had I done?

I hovered above the pitch, feeling a mixture of guilt and dread as I watched her kneel by his side, her face twisted in anguish. The cheers and shouts around me blurred, and I could barely focus as I saw her comfort him.

Harry caught the Snitch moments later, and Gryffindor won the game, the crowd erupting into cheers. But my eyes stayed on Y/N, and when she stood up, my heart stopped. She was looking right at me, her eyes blazing with fury and something deeper—disappointment.

I descended to the pitch, my feet touching down just as she was turning to leave. Without thinking, I reached out, grabbing her arm gently.

"Y/N, wait," I said, my voice quieter than I expected. "I didn't mean... I didn't mean for that to happen."

She pulled her arm back, and I could see the hint of tears in her eyes. "Didn't mean for what? To hurt Oliver? To make me feel like a fool? Draco, I'm done with this. You don't care about anyone but yourself."

Her words stung, hitting a place inside me that I'd been trying to ignore. "It's not like that, Y/N. I—" But the words wouldn't come out. The truth was, I didn't even know how to explain it myself.

Y/N's POV

I couldn't look at him any longer. Every time I let myself get close, every time I thought there was a sliver of the boy I cared about left in him, he shattered it. I felt the tears I'd been holding back begin to slip down my cheeks.

I took a shaky breath, looking away from him. "You were my first kiss, Draco," I whispered, the words escaping before I could stop them. "And somehow, you managed to turn it all into this... this mess. I thought you cared about me, but I see now that you only care about yourself."

I turned and ran, not waiting for his response. I heard him call after me, but I didn't stop. I sprinted to the hospital wing, my mind racing as I reached Oliver's side. He looked up at me with a soft, concerned smile, even in pain.

"Hey," he whispered, his hand reaching out to take mine. "I'm alright, promise."

The tears I'd held back finally spilled over, and I squeezed his hand, grateful for the warmth, the kindness, that he never failed to show me.

Draco's POV

I watched her go, my heart sinking lower with each step she took. She'd seen right through me, past every defense, every excuse. And now she was gone. I clenched my fists, hating the ache that twisted in my chest as I watched her sit by Wood's bedside, her hand in his, the look on her face one I'd wanted to see directed at me.

The cheers from Slytherin faded into the background, and for the first time, I felt the weight of my choices. I'd pushed her away, over and over, and now, as I stood alone on the pitch, I finally understood what I'd lost.