SHE WAS EVERYTHING HE COULDN’T STAND. Y/N had never cared much for Hogwarts stereotypes. Being a Hufflepuff didn’t mean she was weak.Being kind didn’t mean she was naive. And being Cedric Diggory’s cousin certainly didn’t mean she needed someone to protect her. She had her friends, her family, her grades, and absolutely no interest in Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy had a lot to say about her. To him, she was an irritating Hufflepuff with a sharp tongue, an infuriating amount of confidence, and a talent for getting under his skin. To her, he was an arrogant, spoiled Slytherin who desperately needed to be humbled. They argued. They competed. They pushed every possible button. And neither of them could stand the other. Until somewhere between late-night studying, Quidditch matches, Hogsmeade trips, unexpected friendships and countless arguments… something changed. Not for her. Not at first. Because Draco Malfoy was the one who noticed it. The way he started looking for her in crowded rooms. The way her laugh became strangely familiar. The way he suddenly cared who she was sitting beside. The way irritating her stopped being enough. And worst of all? He was falling for his enemy. Slowly. Reluctantly. Completely. But Y/N had no intention of making it easy for him. Because sometimes the person you can’t stand becomes the person you can’t imagine losing.
you were always just in the background of capella rosier and regulus black’s perfect little love story… until you saw the truth, told him, and became the one thing neither of them expected to change everything.
Y/N has liked Cedric for years in a way that makes her hate him, the yule ball is coming up and he’s been around a lot more then Y/N can tolerate. (READ PROLOGUE!!)
You thought your life was perfect in Salem Massachusetts, until you were accused of witchcraft and your life went sideways, you lose your boyfriend and everyone you thought loved you turns their back when you walk into a room, except for four people, your two best friends,your little brother, and the son of the man responsible for your conviction. But what the son doesn’t know is that you are a witch. And what you refuse to acknowledge is your crush on him.