My love is yours ( Draco x reader)

Where It All Begins

Back Where It All Begins

Y/N

The zipper on my suitcase fights back like it has a personal vendetta against me.

"Ugh Mother! I know it's my fifth year!" I shout dramatically, making sure my voice carries all the way upstairs. Another sweater gets shoved inside, followed by an aggressive yank of the zipper.

My room looks like a tornado passed through it. Books stacked at odd angles, socks flung over my chair, and my wand rolling dangerously close to the edge of my desk. I freeze just long enough to grab it before it falls, then glance down at my checklist.

Wand.
Clothes.
Books.
Toiletries.
Everything else I'll definitely forget I packed anyway.

Check.

I slam the trunk shut and drag it toward the door. Big mistake.

The hallway carpet catches my foot, and suddenly I'm airborne for exactly half a second before crashing onto the floor with a thud that rattles my bones.

Brilliant.

"What was that?" my mum calls from downstairs, sharp and immediate.

"Nothing!" I yell back, groaning as I push myself up. My dignity stays on the floor.

This time, I maneuver carefully, tugging my trunk down the hall as the wheels bump against the floorboards.

"Y/N," my mum warns, "if we're late, you're walking to Hogwarts."

That gets me moving.

I grab my coat and pause by the mirror near the front door. My shirt's wrinkled from the fall, my belt crooked. I fix both and run my fingers through my long y/h/c hair, still messy no matter how much I tame it.

Good enough.

By the time I reach the car, my mum is already leaning out the window, unimpressed. "Honestly."

We drive in comfortable silence, the familiar streets blurring past. It's just the two of us now. Dad's been gone for years, and even though no one ever talks about the details, the absence sits heavy in our house. Mum tries to fill it with noise, with rules, with reminders.

"You need to start being on time," she says at a red light.

"I know," I mumble.

King's Cross is chaos as usual. I haul my trunk out while Mum adjusts her coat, suddenly unsure of where to stand.

"Be safe," she says softly.

"I will." I hug her, and she holds on just a little longer than necessary.

Then I'm gone slipping through the barrier and into a world that feels more like home than anywhere else.

The Hogwarts Express gleams red under the autumn sun. I shove my trunk aboard and head toward the back, weaving past excited first-years and loud reunions. The Slytherin carriage is exactly where it always is loud, crowded, familiar.

I spot Emma immediately.

"Y/N!" she calls, waving like she hasn't seen me in years.

I slide into the compartment beside her and Ella, exhaling in relief. "Miss me?"

"Always," Emma grins. "Ready for another year of chaos?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

The train lurches forward, countryside replacing concrete. Emma and Ella chatter about their summers while I half-listen, half-watch the corridor.

That's when I see him.

Draco Malfoy lounges across the compartment, all polished arrogance and sharp angles. Pansy's hanging off his arm, Blaise relaxed beside him. He looks exactly the same infuriatingly flawless.

Ella's gaze flicks to Blaise, cheeks pink. I nudge her. She swats me and mouths shut up.

Draco's voice cuts through the noise. "Hogwarts is a pathetic excuse for a school. Two more years of this I'd rather throw myself off the Astronomy Tower."

Emma snorts. I lean in. "What a visual."

Ella loses it. Pansy glares. Worth it.

Night settles by the time we reach Hogsmeade. The familiar chill creeps under my robes as we head through the castle, stone corridors echoing with laughter and footsteps.

Halfway to the common room, we stop short.

Draco stands in front of the Slytherin entrance, muttering furiously.

"For fuck's sake."

I smirk and approach. "Trouble, Malfoy?"

He turns, grey eyes sharp. "Ah. The know-it-all."

"First of all, rude. Second are you seriously losing to a door?"

"It's broken," he snaps.

"Sure it is." I step past him, speak the password, and the door swings open instantly.

I glance back, smirking. "See? Easy."

His expression flickers annoyance, surprise, something else before I walk inside.

 Later, in the dorm, Emma wastes no time.

"So," she says innocently, "what was that?"

"Nothing," I reply too quickly.

Ella raises an eyebrow. "He was staring."

"He's always staring," I mutter, unpacking. "He's just... Malfoy."

Still, the thought lingers.

Dinner passes in a blur except for the unmistakable feeling of eyes on me. Draco's gaze keeps finding mine, unreadable and intense.

"Ugh," I whisper to Emma. "Why is he looking at me like that?"

She smirks. "Because you're interesting."

I scoff. "He's not my crush."

"Your face says otherwise."

I go to bed determined not to think about him.

 I fail.

In my dream, Draco's there too close, his voice softer than it has any right to be. His name falls from my lips in a gasp as he leans in, and for one dangerous moment, I don't stop him.

Then—

"Y/N! Wake up!"

I bolt upright, heart racing.

"Dream about Malfoy?" Ella teases.

"No," I lie instantly.

But the feeling stays with me as I pull on my robes, one thought looping through my mind:

This year is going to be different.