A/N: Hey everyone! First of all, thank you so much for reading! If you’ve been following along, you know the first two parts were just the beginning—things were light, playful, even sweet at times. But this? This is where the real intensity begins. This is where everything starts to unravel, where darkness creeps in, and where the stakes get real.If you thought the story was just about Draco and you, think again. There’s someone else in the picture now—someone who’s about to turn your world upside down in ways you never saw coming. This part is darker, more twisted, and far more dangerous than anything before. And trust me, it’s only getting started.If you haven’t read the first two parts yet (or need a refresher), they’re linked below—go check them out before diving in! Now, sit back and get ready. Things are about to change.
Pairings: Draco malfoy x reader
Part 1 Part 2 masterlist of the story
He stood in the shadows, his gaze fixated on her. (Y/N). The name itself was a melody, a song that had etched itself into his bones long ago. His (Y/N), stolen by Draco Malfoy, of all people.
His fingers curled into fists as he watched them. Draco, with his easy arrogance, his touch lingering on her wrist, his quiet laughter as she leaned into him. She looked happy. Cassius wanted to rip that happiness away from her—no, not from her, from him. Draco didn’t deserve her.
“He doesn’t know what to do with her. But I do.”
He had spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to have her, to hold her in his arms, to hear her whisper his name in the dead of night. She should have been mine. But she had chosen Draco. And that choice had been Cassius’s undoing.
His jaw clenched as he heard her laughter ring through the cold air. It was unbearable, the sight of them. He had never wanted anything—anyone—the way he wanted her. And he had never lost before.
But Draco had taken what was his.
Cassius turned away, slipping back into the darkness, his mind already working. He knew what needed to be done. He had played nice for too long, thinking she would come to her senses. But love needed a push. Love needed guidance.
“She will love me. I’ll make sure of it.”
And so, the plan formed. A love potion.
Not some cheap, poorly brewed concoction—no, this would be perfect. A potion that would make her see him the way he saw her. She would forget Draco, forget everything. She would love him the way he deserved to be loved.
He could already picture it: the way she would look at him, the way she would belong to him.
Draco sat in the Great Hall, staring at nothing. The whispers were everywhere. She left him. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had broken up with him.
One day, she was his—kissing him, touching him, laughing with him. And the next, she was standing in front of him, cold and distant, saying, “I don’t love you anymore.”
She did love him. He knew she did.
But she had walked away. And worse, she had walked straight to him.
Every time Draco saw them together, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was wrong. Something was wrong. (Y/N) didn’t look happy. She smiled, but it wasn’t her smile. She spoke, but there was something hollow behind her words.
And Cassius? Cassius looked like he had won.
Draco’s stomach churned with something dangerous, something furious.
So, he did what he knew best. He went back to his old ways.
The Slytherin Prince. The playboy. The heartbreaker.
He found himself in the arms of other girls, but it didn’t work. He kissed them, touched them, but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was her.
Draco saw them together again, and something inside him snapped.
Cassius had his hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back, guiding her through the corridor like she was his.
Draco stepped forward before he even realized what he was doing.
“ (Y/L/N),” he called, his voice sharp.
(Y/N) turned, and for a second—just a second—there was something in her eyes. A flicker of recognition. A flicker of her.
“Let’s go, love,” Cassius said, his grip tightening.
Cassius smirked at him. He knew.
Draco clenched his jaw. He couldn’t do this here. Not now.
Hermione Granger had seen Draco Malfoy break a hundred different ways.
She had seen him arrogant, cruel, reckless. But she had never seen him broken.
She found him sitting alone, hands clenched in his hair.
“You look like shit,” she said, sitting down beside him.
Draco scoffed. “Thanks, Granger. Just what I needed to hear.”
“You should talk to Snape.”
He finally looked at her, and for the first time, he didn’t have a snarky remark. He just looked tired.
Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out a vial.
“Something’s wrong with her,” she said quietly. “This is Veritaserum. If you think she’s been—”
She didn’t finish, but Draco understood.
And for the first time in days, he felt like he could breathe.
Draco found Cassius in the dungeons.
He didn’t waste time with words. He punched him.
Cassius staggered back, blood dripping from his lip. Then he grinned.
“You always did have a temper, Malfoy.”
Draco’s wand was out before Cassius could blink.
Cassius dodged, his own wand snapping up.
Cassius’s wand flew from his grip, but he didn’t look scared. He just laughed.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Cassius sneered. “She was never yours.”
Draco slammed him against the wall, his hand tightening around Cassius’s throat.
“You used a potion on her,” Draco hissed. “You forced her.”
Cassius only smirked. “And yet, she’s still with me.”
Cassius staggered, his face bruised, but he was still smirking.
Draco’s grip tightened. “Watch me, Avery.”
With one last, brutal punch, Cassius collapsed.
And Draco turned away, because this wasn’t over.
Draco didn’t waste a second. He stormed through the castle, fists still aching from the fight. The vial of Veritaserum felt heavy in his pocket, but his heart was heavier.
When he did, it nearly shattered him all over again.
(Y/N) sat by the Black Lake, staring at the water, Cassius’s stupid scarf draped over her shoulders. But she wasn’t her.
Draco knew every inch of her expressions—the way her nose scrunched up when she was annoyed, the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy.
Right now, she was empty.
He approached carefully, his voice softer than it had been in weeks. “ (Y/L/N).”
She turned to him, slow and distant, like she wasn’t even sure who he was.
Draco clenched his jaw. He couldn’t let himself feel right now.
“I need you to drink something.”
(Y/N) blinked at him. “Why would I—”
Draco didn’t wait. He uncorked the Veritaserum and held it out. “Please.”
Something flickered in her eyes—hesitation, maybe even fear. But she took the vial.
Her breath hitched. Her hand flew to her chest, fingers trembling, as her whole body shuddered. Her eyes widened in horror, confusion flooding in like a storm breaking through a dam.
Like she had been drowning this whole time and was finally, finally breathing again.
It was just his name. Just one word.
But fuck, it wrecked him.
Not some puppet under Cassius’s control.
Draco exhaled a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Yeah, love. It’s me.”
(Y/N)’s eyes darted around, her breaths coming out fast and shaky. “What—what’s happening? I—I don’t—”
Her face paled, horror dawning across her expression.
She ripped it off like it burned her.
Draco clenched his fists. “He used a love potion on you.”
(Y/N)’s breath hitched. “What?”
Draco nodded, jaw tight. “That bastard forced you to forget about me.” His voice was sharp, but beneath it was something raw, something broken. “But you’re back now.”
(Y/N) surged forward, crashing into him with such force that it knocked the wind out of his lungs.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, tight, like she was afraid to let go.
He held her just as fiercely, burying his face into her hair, inhaling the scent he had missed so goddamn much.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. Her voice cracked, and it fucking broke him.
“Don’t.” His hands tightened around her waist, grounding her. “None of this was your fault.”
(Y/N) pulled back just enough to look at him, tears brimming in her eyes.
Draco reached up, his thumb brushing a stray tear away. “You’re mine, love. No one gets to take you away from me.”
A small, breathless laugh escaped her lips. “You sound so possessive.”
Draco smirked. “That’s because I am.”
She let out another laugh, but it was softer this time. Real.
And Merlin, if he hadn’t already been in love with her, this would have done it.
It was desperate, needy, as if making up for lost time. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and Draco groaned against her lips, pressing her so tight against him that there was no space left between them.
And he was never letting her go.
His lip was split, his ribs ached, and worst of all—(Y/N) was gone.
Draco had stolen her back.
He stormed through the castle, rage making his blood boil. He would find her. He would—
Cassius barely had time to react before his wand was ripped from his grip.
His body slammed into the wall with a thud, magic pinning him in place.
When he looked up, his blood ran cold.
Cassius’s breath hitched. “I—I don’t—”
Snape’s black eyes bore into him, colder than the dungeons themselves. “You used a love potion on a student, Mr. Avery.” His voice was deadly calm. “Did you truly think you would get away with it?”
Cassius opened his mouth—
He choked, unable to speak.
McGonagall stepped forward, her usual stern expression now filled with nothing but pure, utter disappointment. “You are done here, Mr. Avery.”
Draco didn’t let go of her for the rest of the day.
(Y/N) had barely left his side since the potion had worn off, and honestly? Draco wouldn’t have it any other way.
They were in the common room now, curled up on the couch by the fire.
Draco had one arm wrapped lazily around her waist, his other hand tracing slow patterns against her skin.
“You keep touching me,” (Y/N) murmured, amusement in her voice.
Draco smirked, pulling her even closer. “Just making sure you’re real, love.”
She laughed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I’m real, Malfoy.”
Draco hummed. “Good. Because I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
(Y/N) arched a brow. “Oh? Planning to keep me locked away in your dorm, then?”
Draco smirked. “Tempting.”
She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips was undeniable.
Draco tilted her chin up, his gaze locking with hers. “I mean it, (Y/L/N). You’re mine.”
Her smile softened. “And you’re mine, Draco Malfoy.”
Draco leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
This time, there was no fear. No uncertainty. No outside forces pulling them apart.
And Merlin, he loved her.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’d love to hear your thoughts—did this part keep you on edge? Were you as satisfied as I was? Drop a comment below and let me know! Your feedback means everything.And don’t worry, the story isn’t over yet. The next part will be out tomorrow, and trust me—you are in for a ride.Do you think Cassius is truly gone? Do you think this was the end of him? I don’t think so. But let’s find out together. Because if you thought this was intense… just wait. Things are only going to get worse.See you in the next chapter.
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