The Secret We Share In Dark || Draco x Reader ||

Previously:

"I love when this version of Y/N comes out," Pansy smirked. "Polyjuice?" I asked, holding out my hand. Without missing a beat, Pansy tossed me a small vial. I caught it midair, the liquid inside swirling like something dangerous.

......

I slipped into an empty room tucked away behind one of the older stairwells quiet, shadowed, and just far enough from wandering eyes.

Perfect.

I uncorked the vial of Polyjuice Potion, bracing myself as the bitter scent hit my nose like rust and ash. One gulp, and the taste hit worse metallic, rotten, clinging to the back of my throat like regret.

Then the change began.

Heat bloomed beneath my skin. My limbs stretched, bones shifting with a sickening crackle as my hair shortened, fading to that signature icy platinum blond. My reflection warped cheekbones sharper, jaw more defined, eyes colder. Even my voice dropped into that low, smooth tone I knew far too well.

Draco.

I pulled on the clothes I'd borrowed from him. When I stepped back into the hallway, Daphne let out a low whistle while Pansy gave me a slow once-over. "You know," Pansy said with a wicked grin, "you make a disturbingly hot Malfoy."

I rolled my eyes  "Everything's set," Daphne added. "Picnic, flowers, table by the Black Lake the whole over-the-top romantic fantasy. She's already there." "And giggling like a drunk pixie," Pansy muttered, unimpressed. "You're up, Dary."

I groaned at the nickname and turned, smirking to myself as I headed toward the lake. The sun was just beginning to set, casting gold across the water. As I stepped closer to the clearing, there she was Rosier. Dressed like she thought this was a gala, not a fake date. 

She was practically glowing with excitement, hands clasped, a dreamy grin spread across her face as she stared at the picnic we'd set up like it was her wedding altar. Candles floated lazily overhead. Roses were scattered across the table. Pansy and Daphne had really gone for it.

Merlin, I thought. They didn't need to try this hard.  "I knew it, Dary," Rosier breathed, eyes wide with excitement as she clutched her hands to her chest. "I knew you'd see it eventually. We're meant to be."

I forced a smile, doing my best not to choke on the bile in my throat. "You're right," I said smoothly, slipping into Malfoy's velvety voice. "I've come to realize... I only have eyes for you."

She squealed and leaned in, clearly aiming for a hug. I casually shifted to the side just in time, brushing imaginary lint from my sleeve. "Why don't you sit down?" I offered, pulling out a chair with a flourish. "I had something prepared just for you."

Her eyes sparkled as she sat, completely oblivious. I unveiled the dish, then poured her a glass of deep red wine, the scent tinged with something darker more deliberate. She didn't hesitate. A bite of food, a sip of wine.

Then silence.

She blinked slowly, fork frozen halfway to her lips. Her posture slackened, eyes dull and unfocused. Like a puppet without strings.

Bingo.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, voice flat, robotic.

I folded my hands neatly on the table. "Redirect your obsession and affection," I said clearly, "from Draco Malfoy to Argus Filch." She nodded once, slow and certain. Then, just as quickly, clarity returned to her eyes. She looked around, frowning. "What am I doing here?"