Enemies To Lovers (Draco Malfoy x Reader)
Summary: You’re Harry’s twin sister and end up in a relationship with Darco after a truth or dare kiss .
Warnings : Swearing, implied smut, Sirius’ death.
(Authors Note : This is bad with like no plot and I kind of hate it but I needed to write something so here you go.)
My brother is going to have a fit.
That’s of course the first thought that comes to mind as my lips are pressed against Draco Malfoy’s amidst a game of truth or dare. Me, (Y/N) fucking Potter is kissing a Malfoy.
Why does this feel so good?
Is my second thought as his tongue slides across my bottom lip and his hands fall to my waist. His lips are amazingly soft and I can’t help bring my hands to his platinum hair as I’ve so wished to do for so long.
How much have I had to drink?
He tastes of fire whisky as he grants me access to his mouth and I feel dizzy, even when we pull apart it feels like the world is spinning as I stare, dumbfounded at the Mafloy I despise so much delivering a kiss so well. I kind of feel like I’ve forgotten how to breathe. I look down at my glass just to make sure I’m not completely pished but it’s hardly empty at all and I gulp.
What am I doing?“
Why did I come to this party in the first place and what the hell are the slytherins doing here? This was meant to be a victory party for Gryffindor quidditch team but perhaps the Slytherin students came to crash it but are actually enjoying themselves. Whatever the reason, I should not have kissed Malfoy and enjoyed it.
Malfoy looks just as bewildered as I feel and Zabini beside him coughs awkwardly making us turn back to the group.
"Dude, when I said kiss her, I meant peck her on the lips for a second.” He whispers to his blonde haired friend who doesn’t have the decency to blush. My face however, is burning in embarrassment and I turn quickly to see Harry staring at me like I’ve grown horns, his glass close to falling from his hand and I open my mouth to explain when Ron, who’s eyes are just as wide and full of horror, comes to my rescue.
“Right, well Malfoy, your turn to ask.” Ron says, swiftly changing the subject and Malfoy coughs, bringing himself back to reality.
“Yeah,” He nods. “Uh, Pansy, truth or dare?”
I stop paying attention after that, I try to analyse Draco Malfoy, who’s not being very subtle with his staring and I feel the need to snap at him but I can’t bring myself to say anything to him right now, not after that kiss, that kiss that has managed to mess with my head because now Draco Malfoy looks so hot and all I want to do lean in and kiss him again.
The next day when I wake up almost disappointed to find I remember everything from last night and that I officially can not blame my alcohol consumption and as I sit at the gryffindor table with Hermione, glad for the absence of my brother at this moment in time because apparently I can’t tear my eyes off the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy is sat, stormy grey eyes on mine.
“So what happened last night after I went to bed?” Hermione asks, sipping her tea casually.
“No one has told you?” I ask, surprised by this.
“No but there has be a lot of whispering.”
“Well we played truth of dare.” I say.
“I kissed Malfoy.” I finish and her mouth drops open.
“On a dare I assume?” She says and I nod.
“I didn’t willing kiss the prat.” I argue but I gulp before continuing. “but I also didn’t stop kissing him.”
“Oh God.” Hermione sighs. “Harry is not going to be happy.”
“No I don’t think so.” I agree, taking a drink of my hot chocolate just as a small paper bird flutters over and I nearly choke on my drink as it lands in front of me.
I look up to see Malfoy staring again and I turn to Hermione who only nods encouragingly as I start to unfold it.
Meet me by the forest tonight?
Your arch nemesis,
Draco Malfoy ”
“Well, can’t say he doesn’t have a sense of humour.” I say. “but what do I do?”
“He probably just wants to tell you to keep quiet.” She explains.
“Oh, you’re right, as usual.” I say, sighing in relief.
“Well, what was the kiss like?”
Thinking about it makes me feel a little fluttery.
“God it was amazing ‘mione.” I whisper. “and that worries me a lot.”
I look up to find Harry looking down at me frowning.
“Hello, Harry.” I say. “How are you after last night?”
“Better than you probably,"He says. "How drunk were you to kiss Malfoy?”
Not as much as wish I was.
“I know, crazy right?"I force a laugh and he smirks, sitting down across from me, obstructing my view of the Slytherin table.
"Not as crazy as the fact you looked like you were enjoying it.” He grins.
“What?” I squeak.
“I’m just kidding you, Sis.” He chuckles. “No one would kiss that slime ball.”
“Of course.” I say, forcing a grin.
How do I always end up in this situation?
I’d met him at the forest expecting him to tell me keep my mouth shut about our kiss, I didn’t expect to be pressed against a tree as Draco Malfoy leaves sloppy kisses down my jaw and neck as I fail to suppress the moans that leave my lips making him smirk against my skin.
“Shut up, Malfoy.” I growl. “And enjoy it while you can because it’s not happening again.”
“We’ll see, Potter.”
His hands push my shirt up, untucking it from my skirt, allowing his hands to roam my bare skin as he brings his lips up to mine again and I’m mesmerised by the feeling all over again.
How am I supposed to hate the prick when he’s such a good bloody kisser?
He pulls back and looks me up and down with a smirk.
“We should be going before your friends send a search party.” He says and I nod, standing straight and sorting myself out. “Your brother would have a hissy fit.”
“Indeed.” I mumble, flattening my hair down and pushing my glasses up.
“Probably go the same colour as Weasley’s hair.”
“Do you ever shut up?” I ask and he smirks at me.
“Touchy when it comes to your friends?”
“You’re an insufferable arsehole, you know that?” I snap and he frowns.
“And you’re Princess Potter? Little Miss Perfect?” He spits. “Step off your high horse.”
“Says the self-righteous twat who’s been on his own little pedestal since first year!” I hiss and he looks at me angrily.
“At least I’m not in the shadow if my twin brother all the time!"He spits. "What’s it like being sister to the Golden Boy?”
“Pretty good.” I spit. “Why, are you looking for something else to tell your father?”
We’re shouting now and I am filled with anger.
“Just piss off, Potter!” He shouts.
“Gladly!” I snap angrily, turning on my heels at walking back towards the castle.
“Same time tomorrow?” He calls after me, still sounding angry.
“Of course!” I shout back, grunting in anger.
What a dickhead.
“So what’d he want?” Hermione asks when I step into the dorm.
“Just told me to keep my mouth shut.” I lie. “Then we got into an argument so nothing unusual.”
“What a prick."She tuts and I smile at having convinced her.
"I’m going to go to bed, 'Mione.” I yawn and she nods.
“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning.”
Draco and I’s relationship did start as just fooling around, I can’t deny that. We’d get into an argument and within the next hour we’d be in a broom closet or the prefect bathrooms, sometimes after a party he’d take me up to his dorm, knowing everyone will be either too drunk to realise or actually get to bed. It was defusing tension that was built up in our ridiculous fights. However, I didn’t realise that even with our mutual hatred for each other, I’d be able to actually like him.
I don’t notice that unconsciously, we’ve shaped ourselves into a serious relationship until we’re lying in bed together, clothes strewn around us after last nights activities, just talking as he plays with my hair. He’s not calling me Potter any more, he’s calling me (Y/N) just as I’m calling him Draco.
“I don’t want to leave.” I whisper and he nods in agreement, leaning down to kiss my forehead.
“I know, (Y/N).” He says. “but they’ll be awake soon.”
“I know.” I mumble.
He chuckles and I find my self frowning again.
“We used to hate each other.” He explains.
“We did.” I say. “I don’t even remember becoming so… domestic.”
“Me neither, it was bound to happen soon enough though.”
“Well, Draco.” I say. “I can say that I no longer despise you.”
“Me too."He smirks.
"I mean I still have a bit of me that hates your stupid opinions and your sometimes shitty personality but you really are just a big sweetie, a proper gentleman.”
“Well, I still kind of hate it when you act all high and mighty but you really are the most amazing girl, you know?” He smiles and I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
“I can’t leave when you say stuff like that.” I whisper.
“I wish you didn’t have to.” He whispers in reply.
This is when I see Blaise tossing and turning beside us and I gulp.
“But your brother will have my head.” He finishes, unwrapping his arms from my waist and I sigh, jumping out of his bed and flinging my clothes on , blowing a playful kiss to Draco before leaving.
Finding time to spend with Draco somehow becomes harder as we both fling our self into our different duties. Draco into Umbridges little club and myself into Dumbldore’s Army. He’s been trying to lead Umbridge away from us as we practice while also trying to uphold his pure blood reputation.
It’s also getting harder and harder to hide our relationship from our friends. Hermione couldn’t possibly be more suspicious of why I keep coming back to our dorm late and why I seem to keep calling our blonde nemesis “Dra-malfoy”. Harry could be more suspicious still as I am questioned constantly about my frequent late arrivals to DA meetings. My excuses are getting weaker and weaker but still no one has found out.
No one finds out until I come back from the Department of Mysteries, my brother and I both broken, Sirius dead. It’s just Harry, Hermione, Ron and I in the Gryffindor common room, I’m wrapped in Harry’s arms as I hold back tears when we turn to the portrait door, hearing It creak open. I stand when I see him, his grey eyes so full of concern.
“Draco.” I whisper and Harry stands with me, an arm around my shoulder protectively.
“Come to gloat, Malfoy?” He asks.
“Harry, it’s fine.” I say.
I take a step away from my protective brother, falling into my boyfriends arms and letting him hold me. I disregard the judgement of my family and friends, melting into Draco’s warm embrace and letting myself feel safe. I don’t notice I’m crying until Draco pulls back, lifting a hand to my cheek and wiping a tear away with his thumb.
“I’m so sorry, my love.” He says. “I know how much he meant to you.”
“He’s gone, Draco.” I mumble. “Why does everyone always leave?”
He doesn’t say anything but sighs sympathetically.
“You’ll leave one day too, everyone I care about ends up hurt somehow.”
“I’ll never leave you, (Y/N)."He assures me. "I love you.”
He’s never said it before and it makes my heart do all sorts of acrobatics in my chest. I don’t even think about my baffled friends by my side.
“I love you too.” I say, making him smile, leaning down to kiss me on the lips.
“What the fuck is going on?” Harry snaps and I jump at the harshness of his voice.
“Harry, calm down.” I say but he’s not having it.
“My sister is in love with my arch nemesis- no our arch nemesis.” He says to himself more than anyone else. “I could really do without this right now.”
“I can explain.” I say.
“I know, and you will, both of you.” He says. “Start from the beginning.”
“Okay.” I start. “So it started at the party-”
“Oh boy…” Ron mumbles before Harry starts to rant.
“The party? That drunk kiss started it?” He fumes. “Are you kidding me?”
“We didn’t expect it, it started as meaningless sex-” I start but he glares at me with so much anger I slam my lips shut.
“Meaningless- you were sleeping together?” He cries. “Are you that stupid, (Y/N)? He’s a Malfoy!”
“Listen here Harry James Potter.” I snap. “Who do you think stopped Umbrdige from finding us so soon? Or warned us about Marietta Edgecomb spilling about the DA? Or who helped me reach Sirius all those times from Umbridges office? .”
Harry goes silent while he takes it all in, staring with his jaw hanging open.
“It may has started as a… fling.” I sigh, choosing my words carefully. “But it’s more now, I love him.”
“I hate this.” Harry sighs. “And I hate him.”
He points at Draco who nods understandingly.
“But if you love him- and he swears never to hurt you or I will hunt him down, then I can’t do anything to stop you.”
“I won’t hurt her, Po- Harry.” Draco speaks up. “I never will, I promise.”
He holds his hand out for my brother to shake and Harry takes it cautiously.
“Don’t dare hurt her, Malfoy.” He says. “She’s my family and I will kill you if something bad happens to her.”
“You have my word.”
I smile at the two of them, my brother and my boyfriend, far from getting on but at least they respect each other now.
“I’m sorry about your loss, from what (Y/N) has told me, Sirius was a great man.” Draco says and Harry nods.
“He was, he really was amazing.” Harry sighs.
I think back to all those conversations I’d shared with Sirius while Draco guarded the door of Umbridge’s office.
“He’s out there isn’t he?” He’d asked, the embers of the fire still seeming to outline a ridiculous smirk. “Your little blonde secret is on look out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Pads.” I’d denied.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Harry about Malfoy, your secret is safe with me.”
“Yeah.” I smile. “He really was something.”