being a Malfoy air and twin was never easy for YN. Since she could walk, she’s known. Draco the golden child would follow in their parents, footsteps YN however, thrived on defiance. Often earning scorn from Lucius’s and Narcissa’s reluctant concern.

“you’re insufferable,” draco hissed whenever yn one up him in anytype of two person game or activity.

“And you’re predictable,” she’d shoot back with a smirk, enjoying his frustration

their child has been a constant battlefield of arguments and disagreements, bumping heads all of it. Draco craved his father’s approvable YN. Tried to break the mold they were set in. pushing boundaries and often getting scolded for her defiance.

now the seventh year in Hogwarts, the bickering and the arguing came to a pause when they both earned themselves the dark mark. and shared a burden, neither one of them vocalized.

Draco strode through the Hogwarts courtyard with his usual entourage—Enzo, Tom, Mattheo, Regulus, Blaise, and Pansy. Their laughter rang through the crisp autumn air, drawing attention as they passed.

Not far away, Y/N sat on a stone bench beneath the dappled sunlight, her focus entirely on her phone. For a rare moment, she seemed calm, separate from the chaos of their world.

Mattheo spotted her first. His lips curled into a smirk as he took in the sight of her. Without hesitation, he let out a low whistle that echoed through the courtyard.

Y/N’s head snapped up, her gaze sharp and unforgiving as it locked on him “Seriously?” she said, slipping her phone into her pocket as she stood. Her voice carried irritation, but her posture was as composed as ever.

Draco’s expression darkened instantly. He stepped forward, his protective instincts flaring. “Don’t you have anything better to do, Mattheo?” he asked coldly, his voice sharp.

Mattheo raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk never wavering. “Relax, Draco. I’m just saying hello.”