For six years, Hogwarts has been convinced Draco Malfoy is lying. Every time a girl asks him out, the answer is always the same. “I’m already taken.” “My girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that.” “I’m spoken for.” The girls laugh. His friends roll their eyes. Nobody has ever seen this mysterious girlfriend. Surely she doesn’t exist. What nobody knows is that she does. She’s simply three countries away. Y/N, Spain’s youngest Quidditch World Cup Champion, has been Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend since first year after they met by chance during an international Quidditch event in England. While Draco built a reputation as the feared Malfoy heir, Y/N became one of the most famous witches in Europe. Their relationship remained private, surviving through letters, enchanted mirrors, Floo calls, and countless late nights spent talking across countries. Now, after years of working to support herself, Y/N’s Quidditch career has finally given her the opportunity to move permanently to England and complete her education at Hogwarts. She tells everyone. Except Draco. After all these years apart… She wants to surprise him.
To the wizarding world, Draco Malfoy is a monster. A Death Eater. A pure-blood heir. A boy with darkness written into every part of his life. Students avoid him. Professors watch him carefully. Most people only see the fear he inspires. But you see something different. You see the exhaustion behind his eyes. The loneliness hidden beneath his cruel words. The sadness he carries when he thinks nobody is looking. You never confront him about it. Instead, you begin leaving small paper stars in places where only he will find them. Inside library books. On empty classroom desks. Tucked into his coat pocket. Each star contains a simple note reminding him that he is not alone. Draco has no idea who is leaving them. Yet the anonymous stars slowly become the only light in a life filled with darkness. As the war approaches and secrets threaten to tear Hogwarts apart, Draco finds himself searching for the mysterious person who sees the boy behind the Death Eater.
Everyone at Hogwarts knows who Y/N is. The Spanish witch with one blue eye and one green. The girl who somehow speaks every language as though she was born knowing them. The youngest Quidditch World Cup champion Spain has ever produced. The student who finishes every exam first, performs magic without a wand, and seems capable of doing the impossible. People admire her. Some envy her. Many boys ask her out simply because she’s beautiful. But nobody actually knows her. Nobody notices she works late every night because she pays for every Galleon she owns herself. Nobody notices she never accepts expensive gifts because she learned long ago that nothing is ever truly free. Nobody notices the way she flinches when someone raises their voice. Nobody notices she always sits where she can see every exit. Nobody notices she runs through the Hogwarts grounds every single morning at five o’clock, long before the sun rises. Everyone assumes she’s training. Only one person realizes she’s practicing escaping. Draco Malfoy has loved Y/N since the Sorting Ceremony of first year. For years, he has quietly memorized every habit, every routine, every smile she gives other people but never herself. He knows which tea she drinks when she’s anxious. He knows she studies with music because silence is too loud. He knows she never lies because she can instantly tell when someone else does. He knows she pretends she doesn’t need anyone. And he knows she’s wrong. Because if there’s one thing Draco Malfoy has never stopped doing… It’s paying attention
When a quiet transfer student from Spain arrives at Hogwarts, nobody pays much attention to her. She has no famous family name, no powerful connections, and no interest in making friends. Hidden beneath her silence, however, is a rare magical gift that allows her to know exactly what a person’s body needs simply by looking at them. Used to keeping her distance and shaped by a childhood that taught her love only leads to pain, she expects to spend her years at Hogwarts alone. Draco Malfoy has other plans. The moment he sees her, he can’t stop thinking about her. While the rest of the school knows Draco as arrogant, spoiled, and cruel, she discovers a side of him nobody else gets to see—gentle, patient, and hopelessly devoted. As Draco tries to win the heart of a girl who doesn’t believe in love, both of them will learn that sometimes the thing a person needs most isn’t something magic can tell you. It’s something you have to discover for yourself. ❤️🖤
At Hogwarts, everyone knows two names. Draco Malfoy. And Y/N. Draco is the heir to one of the most influential wizarding families in Britain. Handsome, wealthy, brilliant, and admired by countless girls who dream of dating him. Y/N is something entirely different. She’s the Quidditch World Cup Champion for Spain. The youngest player to ever lead Spain to victory. Every time she walks through Hogwarts, students stop her for autographs, photographs, and stories about impossible catches that made history. Attention follows her everywhere. Love doesn’t. Y/N has never believed relationships are worth her time. Between balancing Hogwarts, international Quidditch, and the pressure of being known around the world, romance has always come second. Draco has known that since first year. Instead of trying to change her mind, he simply stays by her side. He walks beside her when crowds become overwhelming. He quietly waits while she signs hundreds of autographs. He never complains when interviews interrupt their afternoons. He understands that being loved by the world isn’t the same as being understood by one person. For seven years, Draco has loved the same girl. He’s just waiting for the day she finally notices.
Nobody expected Draco Malfoy to beg. Especially not over a girl. One mistake. One argument. One broken promise. Now Y/N won’t answer his messages. Won’t answer his calls. Won’t even look at him. For the first time in years… Draco Malfoy doesn’t know how to fix something. The entire school watches as the feared Slytherin slowly falls apart trying.