Y/N x Draco Malfoy (Enemies to Lovers)

Scabbers?

Draco's POV

There was something different today—Oliver barely looked in Y/N's direction, and Y/N seemed... lighter, somehow. That hint of a connection they'd had was clearly gone. I didn't have to wonder too hard about what had happened between them. It was obvious.

After Potions, I spotted her leaving the classroom alone. Perfect. I caught up with her, falling into step beside her. "So, Potter," I began, my voice casually taunting, "I take it you and Wood aren't an item anymore?"

Y/N glanced at me, her eyes slightly narrowed. "Not that it's any of your business, Malfoy, but yes, we broke up," she replied smoothly, not breaking her stride.

My mouth curved into a smirk. "I see. How very Gryffindor of you," I said, almost relieved. "Does this mean you're available, then?"

She rolled her eyes, but a faint smile appeared, as if she was caught off guard. "Don't get your hopes up too high, Draco," she quipped, but there was something else in her gaze—an acknowledgment of that night in the corridor.

"Noted," I replied with a grin, the memory of that kiss clear in my mind. "But if you're ever up for another midnight walk..." I left it at that, watching her cheeks flush slightly before she turned and walked away, leaving me feeling strangely victorious.

Y/N's POV

That evening, my mind was torn between Draco's cryptic suggestion and the fact that I was headed with Harry, Hermione, and Ron to Hagrid's. The reality of Buckbeak's execution weighed heavily on all of us. I hated that the Ministry could be so blindly unjust; it felt personal, like something in my own life was being put to death.

When we arrived, Hagrid looked defeated, his massive shoulders slumped as he sat with Buckbeak for what could be one of their last moments together. He tried to make light of it, telling us we should stay out of trouble, but his voice was choked with grief. I could see it even in the way he looked at Buckbeak, a friend who was facing a fate he didn't deserve.

Then, amidst the solemn air, Scabbers went wild in Ron's hands, wriggling and squeaking as if terrified. I barely had time to react before the rat broke free, darting out of the hut.

"Scabbers!" Ron yelled, taking off after him.

Without hesitation, we followed, the weight of Buckbeak's fate forgotten as we chased Ron through the grounds and straight toward the Whomping Willow.

Harry's POV

The Willow was unforgiving, lashing out as we tried to approach it. Its branches swung wildly, nearly hitting each of us as we struggled to make sense of what was happening. I'd seen the tree move before, but not with this kind of deadly precision.

Finally, Hermione spotted a knot on the trunk, a spot that seemed to paralyze the tree for a few moments. We managed to slip inside, following Scabbers—who, for some reason, looked terrified—as he darted through the dark, winding passageway.

At the end of it, we emerged into what looked like an old, abandoned house. I could feel my heart pounding, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through me as we moved deeper into the room.

And then, we saw him.

Remus's POV

It was Sirius.

I knew he was in Hogsmeade, knew he was close, but seeing him there in the flesh, after all these years, was overwhelming. He was no monster; he was the same Sirius I'd known, though worn and haunted by years of isolation.

"Sirius," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. My eyes met his, and I saw the relief in his gaze.

I looked back to the Potters—Harry and Y/N, both watching us in stunned silence. And then the truth spilled out, the story we'd been carrying, a betrayal by someone we'd once called a friend.

"It wasn't Sirius who betrayed them," I told them. "It was Peter Pettigrew."

The shock on Harry's face mirrored what I'd felt when I first learned the truth, and I could see Y/N's expression change as the realization sank in.

Sirius's POV

I'd waited twelve years to say it. To look at someone and see them truly understand what happened, to know that I wasn't alone in the nightmare that had destroyed James and Lily's lives.

"Peter," I said, my voice low and filled with fury, "you're going to answer for what you did."

And as if on cue, he stood before us—a trembling, terrified man where the rat had been moments before. I wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands, to make him pay for every moment he'd taken from me.

But Harry stepped forward, his face full of something I hadn't expected: determination, not vengeance. He didn't want blood—he wanted justice.

Y/N's POV

I stood beside Harry, my heart pounding as we looked at the man who had betrayed our parents. The words Remus and Sirius had told us were circling in my mind, a chaotic whirlwind of anger and disbelief. This was the man who'd stolen everything from us.

Peter shrank back, a whimper escaping his lips as Sirius and Remus moved toward him. For a moment, I wanted them to hurt him, to make him pay, but when I looked at Harry, I saw that same determination. And I realized that we were stronger than Pettigrew, stronger than anything he could've done to break us.

We bound him, feeling the weight of years of betrayal and the possibility of justice all at once. As we began making our way back through the tunnel, I felt a strange sense of peace, knowing the truth at last.