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Gryffindor and a Slytherin

Requested by JulzLovDraco4Eva
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As I stood in line, anticipation coursed through my veins. It was my turn to be sorted into a Hogwarts house. The Sorting Hat was placed on my head, and after a brief moment of contemplation, it announced, "Gryffindor!"

Excitement filled me as I joined the Gryffindor table. To my surprise, Harry, Ron, and Hermione welcomed me warmly, saying, "Hi, it's our first year too! Want to hang out?" I eagerly agreed, ready to embark on this magical journey with newfound friends.

Over the next few years, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I formed an unbreakable bond. In our third year, Draco Malfoy's encounter with Buckbeak, the Hippogriff, took a dangerous turn. I witnessed the attack and rushed to Draco's aid, helping him escape unscathed.

A couple of weeks later, Draco mustered the courage to ask me out. With a smile, I accepted his invitation. As I kissed his cheek, a secret love began to blossom between us. We decided to keep our relationship hidden, fearing the judgments and complications it might bring.

As Draco and I continued dating, we faced the challenge of keeping our love hidden from our friends and families. It wasn't easy, and sacrifices had to be made. I occasionally told lies to my friends to spend time with Draco, and he did the same with his friends, Blaise and Pansy, as well as his family, Lucius and Bellatrix.

One day, as we met for a secret date, I embraced Draco tightly, causing him to reveal, "That was the first hug I've ever had." Overwhelmed by his vulnerability, I kissed him, unaware that Pansy had taken a picture of us, capturing our secret moment.

Pansy couldn't resist showing the incriminating picture to Lucius, hoping to expose our relationship. In a cruel twist of fate, Lucius seized the opportunity to capture the trio and me. At the Malfoy Manor, they imprisoned the trio in one cage and me in another, intending to torture me in front of them.

And as I watched in horror, Lucius continued to taunt Draco, trying to break his resolve. "She's a blood traitor, Draco," he sneered. "A disgrace to the wizarding world. Do you really want to date her when you can have any girl you want?"

Draco's eyes blazed with determination. He stepped forward, his voice filled with conviction. "She is not a blood traitor, and she's not a disgrace to the wizarding world," he declared. "I don't want any other girl. I want her because she's perfect. I know I don't deserve her, but I'd do anything for her. I'm head over heels for her."

His words echoed through the room, silencing everyone. The trio and I exchanged surprised glances, realizing the depth of Draco's love for me.

The room fell silent as Draco stood before his father, his resolve unyielding. With determination burning in his eyes, he reached out and snatched Lucius Malfoy's wand from his grasp. Holding it tightly, Draco's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"No more," Draco declared, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "I won't let you hurt her, or my friends."

With a swift motion, Draco snapped the wand in two, the sound echoing through the room. Shocked gasps filled the air as Lucius watched in disbelief.

Y/N, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood frozen, their eyes locked on Draco, their faith in him restored. There was a newfound strength in him, a courage that defied his family's dark legacy.

Grabbing my hand, Draco pulled me towards him, never breaking eye contact with his father. "We're leaving," he said, his voice steady. "And you won't stand in our way."

Together, we hurriedly made our way out of the manor, the trio following closely behind. The weight of freedom lifted from our shoulders as we stepped out into the night, the cool air filling our lungs.

As we made our way back to Hogsmeade, Draco's grip on my hand never faltered. I looked at him with admiration and gratitude, knowing that he had risked everything for me, for us.

When we reached the safety of Hogsmeade, I collapsed onto a wooden bench, exhaustion finally catching up with me. Draco knelt beside me, concern etched across his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.

I managed a weak smile and nodded. "Just tired," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm here, with you, and that's all that matters."

Draco's eyes softened, and he took my face in his hands, his touch comforting and gentle. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you. I always have, and I always will."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I gazed into his sincere, silver-grey eyes. "I love you too, Draco," I whispered, my voice filled with the weight of my feelings. "You're my everything."

In that moment, the troubles and hardships we had faced seemed distant and insignificant. Our love had withstood the trials and emerged stronger than ever. We were ready to face the world together, no matter what challenges awaited us.

With renewed strength and a deepened bond, Draco and I returned to our friends. We found the trio waiting for us, their expressions a mix of concern and relief.

Harry stepped forward, his eyes filled with understanding. "We saw everything," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and respect. "Thank you, Draco. We believe in you."

Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting their unwavering support. "You can date Y/N and be our friend," Ron said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "But remember, if you ever hurt her, we'll be there to hex you into oblivion."

Draco's lips curled into a genuine smile as he looked at each of them. "I promise to never hurt Y/N," he vowed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I would do anything to protect her."

With their acceptance and support, we stood united, ready to face the trials and tribulations that lay ahead. Love had triumphed over prejudice, and together, we would prove that true love could bridge even the deepest divides.

As Draco and I shared a tender kiss, the weight of our shared journey lifted off our shoulders. We were no longer bound by secrets and lies.