You’re Theodore notts sister. Draco Malfoy is his best friend .You’re 18 and Draco is 21. One day you were drunk at a party and texted Theo but he didn’t answer. So you texted Draco. Theo gave you Draco’s number just in case he didn’t answer. When you texted Draco he didn’t know who it is , it just showed up as an unknown number.
Y/n and Draco Malfoy have hated each other since first year — a grudge built on sharp words, colder stares, and the constant need to one-up the other. She thinks he’s an arrogant, self-obsessed prat. He thinks she’s infuriating, reckless, and entirely too good at getting under his skin.
I just moved to New York City. I have been looking at a job for weeks when I see a nanny position for triple the amount of any other jobs. I immediately schedule an appointment and am heading there now.
You and Draco have been enemies for as long as you can remember but this year there was crazy tension. You both agreed to have sex one time to get rid of it. But one time turned into two and two turned into five and so on. You two have been hiding it and still act like enemies when around other people.
Draco Malfoy is the dom of the mafia his right hand men are Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. Theo is the muscles and Blaise is the brain. Malfoy is a bit of both. They might be in the mafia but they don’t traffick or hurt women.
No one at Hogwarts knows who Y/n really is. Not the professors. Not the students. Not even the ones who whisper about her transfer from Durmstrang and the strange shadows that seem to follow her.
Me and Draco are enemies but we have both found our way to the astronomy tower one night while everyone else is partying. He was sitting there smoking a cigarette when you walk out onto the balcony.
Everyone at Hogwarts knows Draco Malfoy and y/n are inseparable. Where one goes, the other follows — late-night wanderings through the castle, whispered secrets by the fire, shared glances that last a little too long. They insist they’re just friends. Best friends. Nothing more.
Draco Malfoy isn’t a hero. He’s what comes after one fails—the shadow that moves through the cracks of a broken system, cleaning up the kind of filth the Ministry pretends doesn’t exist. He kills the problems that can’t be contained. The names that can’t be recorded. The people no one’s supposed to remember.
Draco and you have always been best friends. He went on a durmstrang transfer a few years ago and you only see him on holidays. Right now it is fourth year and durmstrang is coming to Hogwarts for the triwizard tournament.
Draco Malfoy has built his life around control—measured words, quiet rooms, and a son who is his entire world. Love was never part of the plan. Not after everything. Not when he’s finally learned how to stand without it.
They were young, reckless, and in love once—back when the world was smaller and the war still loomed like a shadow. Y/N swore they’d left all that behind when they graduated from Hogwarts and moved into her quiet London flat. A new job, a new life, and no trace of Draco Malfoy.