Changes ? Draco x Reader

"My lord we don't know if she's ready to know." Y/n's parents told him and he scoffed. "It's her birth given right to know who she truly is." Y/n looking at her parents and the black figure. "What's going on?" She mumbled. The figure turned to her, standing next to her and observing her. "You poor little girl, how can your parents ever keep such a secret from you." Y/n looked over at her parents, "What secret?" The figure towered over her, "You are filled with such greatness and power. Your time will come soon."

Y/n woke up in a cold sweat. She groaned as she felt how sticky she was. Before she could get up and shower she grabbed her journal, writing down the dream she had. She looked at the black journal, on the inside it read 'TMR'. She wondered why her father gave it to her a long time ago, but she didn't care at least she had use of it now.

She quickly showered and changed into her uniform, casting a spell to dry her hair. She walked into the corridor, seeing Draco talking with his friends. His gaze looked towards her, she threw him a smile before leaving the dungeons. Draco raised his eyebrow slightly, odd.

Y/n walked into the Great Hall, greeted by the Gryffindor's. "Hi guys." She said as she sat in between Harry and Hermione. "Hello Y/n." Hermione smiled giving her a side hug. "H-hi." Harry blushed. Y/n smirked and continued her talk with Hermione. "I've heard we're going to have a dance because of the tournament." Y/n raised her eyebrows, "Have you thought about who you're going with?" Y/n asked Hermione and she shook her head. "I suppose you're going with Draco." Hermione sighed. "I suppose you're right." Y/n mocked her, while laughing. "Why would you be going with Malfoy?" Harry chimed in, making both girls look over at him. "Because she's dating him." Hermione answered. "Since when?" Ron asked. "A while actually." Y/n shrugged. "And he isn't mad you're hanging out with us?" Harry asked and Y/n shrugged once again. "He doesn't control who I hang out with."

The group turned around slightly seeing the Slytherin table, they look over seeing Draco staring daggers at them. "It's seems Malfoy is mad." Ron chuckled. Y/n rolled her eyes, "He called me a blood traitor for hanging out with you guys, but whatever you guys are really nice." She said truthfully and the group smiled. "I'm not going to lie I thought you were trying to trick us or something...a Slytherin befriended Gryffindor's?" Harry said and Y/n looked at him and threw him a small smile. "I can be friends with who I want, I'm not obsessed with blood status like some people." She sighed.

This was true, Y/n was raised her whole life to believe blood doesn't matter. Her mother mostly taught her that, her father on the other hand believed she should only associate herself with pure blood or the sacred twenty-eight families. But Y/n knew better than to listen to a man, she was independent and she could decide herself, who her friends are.

"We should get to Divination before Trelawney throws a fit." Hermione sighed as she got up. "I believe she's crazier than mad-eye." Ron joked making the group laugh. Y/n grabbed the bag her father gave her, and hung it on her shoulders. The four friends walked into class. It felt odd for Y/n to walk in without her Slytherin group. She sat on her assigned seat, in front of Seamus Finnegan. And she waiting for class to begin.

Professor Trelawney entered the classroom, talking madness. Y/n sighed as she shrunk in her seat, looking at the professor emotionless. She didn't believe a word she said, after all many people said she was mad.

"You!" Professor Trelawney yelled at Y/n, making her sit straight up. "Me?" She asked and Trelawney nodded hysterically. "He is in you!" She grabbed Y/n's face as if she was scanning her. "Who the bloody hell is in me?" Y/n asked, while slightly pushing her away. "My child, you poor soul."

Y/n looked around the room seeing all eyes on her. She looked at Draco, who was just as confused as she was. A part of her wanted to run away, upon seeing all eyes on her. And another part of her wanted to know more about what the professor was saying.

"Who's in me?" Y/n asked again in a slight whisper. "It seems like you already know my child." Y/n raised an eyebrow, "I don't know who you're talking about?" Y/n eyes filled with confusion and panic. "Do you have a scar like the other boy?" She whispered to Y/n. "What scar?" Y/n felt hopeless, the professor wasn't answering any of her questions. The professor was asking her absurd questions and the stares she was getting wasn't helping her.

She couldn't help, but think about a scar. What scar could she possible have? She wasn't aware of a scar on her body. And she knew the boy Professor Trelawney was talking about was no other than Harry Potter. But his scar was actually noticeable, and hardly anyone knew why he had it. Y/n on the other hand, had absolutely no idea what the professor was going on about.

"What are you talking about?" She yelled over the Professor's many questions. The professor stepped back a little examining her once more, "You my child, are filled with evil."