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Y/n Buckworm had always been known for her discipline. Top of her class, precise in her spellwork, and determined to prove she was more than just another name at Hogwarts. But as OWLs approached, something began to crack—Potions. No matter how hard she studied, no matter how many late nights she spent memorizing ingredients and instructions, the results never came out right. Too thin. Too thick. Too wrong. So she made a choice. She broke things off with Harry Potter. It wasn’t messy, not exactly. Just quiet. Necessary. She told him she needed to focus, that distractions weren’t something she could afford anymore. Even if it hurt more than she expected. Unfortunately, Professor Snape noticed her slipping. And Professor Snape didn’t tolerate failure. Assigned to remedial tutoring, Y/n expected long hours alone in the dungeon—extra essays, harsher criticism, maybe detention. What she didn’t expect was him. Draco Malfoy. Arrogant. Observant. Annoyingly brilliant in Potions. Now, he was her tutor. Forced into late-night study sessions in the dimly lit dungeon, tensions quickly rose. Draco’s sharp tongue clashed with Y/n’s stubborn pride, every mistake met with critique, every success with reluctant acknowledgment. But beneath the rivalry, something unfamiliar began to brew. Because Draco saw what others didn’t. The pressure she carried. The cracks she tried to hide. The way she refused to give up—even when everything felt like it was falling apart. And Y/n began to see him differently too. Not just the boy shaped by expectations… …but someone just as trapped by them. Between simmering cauldrons, whispered corrections, and stolen glances across flickering candlelight, the line between enemies and something more began to blur. And as OWLs drew closer, one question remained: Was this just another lesson… —or the start of something neither of them was prepared for?