You’re a Slytherin in your seventh year—eighteen, settled, and inseparable from Draco Malfoy and his inner circle. What starts as easy friendship and familiar closeness slowly becomes something harder to ignore, especially when the line between always and almost begins to blur.
Draco and Y/N have been friends for years. Their bond is easy, familiar, and soft, they joke quietly in the common room, lean into each other on sofas, brush hands accidentally (or not so accidentally), and linger in glances that last a second too long. Sometimes she rests her head on his shoulder; sometimes he wraps an arm around her waist while they talk.
Years of friendship, lingering touches, stolen glances- Y/N and Mattheo insist it’s just familiarity. Until a Truth or Dare game forces their hidden feelings into the open.
In which you fall into a coma, lose three years of memory, and wake up to discover you have apparently married to your best friend Draco Malfoy. This was not discussed beforehand.
Years of friendship, lingering touches, stolen glances- Y/N and Draco insist it’s just familiarity. Until a Truth or Dare game forces their hidden feelings into the open.
After an outcast permanantly loses her voice in a magical accident, she gets transferred to Hogwarts in her seventh year. No one knows anything about her or her past.
Y/N carries a rebellion relic that should mark them for death—but in Fourth Wing, Flame Section, Second Squad, the other marked riders recognize them instantly. Judged by some, protected by others, Y/N learns that at Basgiath, family isn’t always chosen by blood.
After losing her voice, a girl no one knew existed starts over at Hogwarts. When five students notice her scars, her silence, and her strength, they choose her—without ever asking for permission.
When Cedric sees Y/N on the morning of the Quidditch World Cup, he takes the opportunity to introduce himself to her. Slow-burn, strangers to friends to lovers.
Your life is in Fate’s hands as soon as you step out onto that death-trap of a bridge. Should you survive, what will you do? Make a name for yourself? Fade into the background? It’s all up to you…
They’d never really spoken, just moved through the same circles — close, but never colliding. Now, back for their eighth year, Draco starts to see her everywhere. Maybe it’s nothing. Or maybe it’s the invisible string that’s been there all along, finally pulling tight.