Y/N, a Gryffindor, has never had a reason to speak to Draco Malfoy beyond the occasional sharp remark in class. But when a late-night detention with Filch forces them both into scrubbing the trophy room together, something unexpected happens: they talk. Not insults, not taunts—just… talk.
Draco Malfoy and Y/N have been inseparable since first year. In Slytherin, everyone knows the friend group: Draco, Y/N, Blaise, Theo, Lorenzo and the rest of their sharp-tongued circle. They study together, sit together at meals, walk the corridors like they own them. Draco and Y/N especially are always side by side—arguing, laughing, finishing each other’s sentences. If anyone suggests they look like a couple, they immediately deny it. They’re just best friends. That’s all.
The first time Y/N crossed paths with Draco Malfoy at Hogwarts, it was in the library, a place he insisted he didn’t frequent unless absolutely necessary. Their exchanges were sharp at first—snide remarks, sideways glances—but the longer they found themselves in the same quiet corners, the more their words shifted from barbs to hesitant curiosity. Something unspoken lingered in the air, as though every accidental brush of hands when reaching for the same book carried more weight than either of them dared to admit.Y/N is the most beautiful slytherin girl that doesn’t talk to any boys except her friends Mattheo and Theo.
Draco Malfoy and Y/N have been best friends since first year. In Slytherin, they are rarely seen apart. Along with Blaise, Theo, and Lorenzo, they form a close-knit friend group that spends nearly every evening together in the common room. Draco and Y/N study side by side, trade sarcastic comments in class, and share a quiet understanding that has always felt effortless. Everyone assumes they will eventually end up together—except them. To them, it has always just been friendship. Steady. Safe. Certain.
Y/N has always loved sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower late at night, when the castle is quiet and the stars burn bright above the turrets. One evening, they discover they aren’t alone—Draco is already there, leaning against the stone wall, lost in thought.
When Professor Snape suddenly reassigns the seating chart in Potions, Y/N finds themselves paired with Draco Malfoy for the rest of the term. At first, the partnership is tense—Draco’s sharp tongue, Y/N’s stubborn refusal to be intimidated—but as days turn into weeks, something shifts.
It began quietly, almost accidentally, when Y/N stumbled upon Draco sitting alone by the Black Lake late one evening. For reasons they couldn’t explain, they sat down instead of walking past, and to their surprise, he didn’t send them away. From then on, small, unspoken meetings became their secret—hidden conversations in forgotten corridors, the occasional smirk shared across the Great Hall when no one else was looking. What started as guarded words slowly turned into trust, and trust into something neither of them dared name, not yet…
Behind Mattheo’s cold reputation is a boy who prefers late-night libraries and silence. You’re the only one who notices—and the only one he lets in.