Y/n is a reader. She loves to read and loves certain book characters. Who would have known she would be transported into a world where all of her favorite book boyfriends are trying to win her hand
Y/N is known around Hogwarts for being put together—good grades, calm, and never getting into trouble. Basically the opposite of Fred Weasley. That changes the night she accidentally gets caught in one of Fred and George Weasley’s pranks.
Aubrey is the kind of girl people think they understand. Beautiful. Popular. Untouchable. But the truth is quieter—hidden behind the pages of whatever book she’s holding, in the way she slips out of crowded rooms unnoticed, in the soft silence she prefers over attention she never asked for. While the rest of Hogwarts watches her, Aubrey is busy watching the world from a distance… convinced no one is really looking back. Until Draco Malfoy does. It starts small—lingering glances, a shared table in the library, a book returned that she never remembers lending. Draco tells himself it means nothing. She’s just another distraction, another person in a castle full of them. And yet, he keeps noticing her—the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she reads, the way she goes quiet when people get too close, the way she feels… different. Aubrey doesn’t trust it. She doesn’t trust him. But somehow, between hushed conversations and almost-accidental moments, the distance between them begins to close. Slowly. Carefully. Dangerously. Because in a world built on expectations, reputations, and lines that aren’t meant to be crossed, getting close to Draco Malfoy was never part of Aubrey’s story. And yet… he might be the only one who’s ever truly read her.
You were never meant to stand out at Hogwarts—not really. Sure, people knew your name. They looked, they whispered, they wondered. But no one actually knew you. Not the way they thought they did. You liked it that way. Quiet. Safe. Untouched. Until the day Draco Malfoy sat across from you in the library—and didn’t leave. What starts as shared silence and accidental conversations slowly turns into something neither of you expected. Because behind Draco’s sharp edges is someone softer… and behind your quiet is something he can’t seem to stay away from. And maybe, just maybe— some stories aren’t meant to stay between the pages.