Unveiling Secrets

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual din of breakfast chatter as students filed in, eager to fuel themselves for the day ahead. Draco sat at the Slytherin table, his eyes scanning the room with a sense of purpose.

His gaze landed on Harry Potter, who sat across the hall with his friends, laughing and joking as if they didn't have a care in the world. But Draco knew better. He had seen the way Potter looked at (Y/N), the longing in his eyes that betrayed the truth.

With a sly smile, Draco rose from his seat and made his way over to Potter's table, his steps measured and deliberate. As he approached, Potter's laughter faded, replaced by a wary look of suspicion.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Potter asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Draco ignored his question, fixing him with a pointed stare. "I couldn't help but notice your interest in (Y/N)," he said casually, his tone betraying none of the satisfaction that bubbled within him.

Potter's eyes widened in surprise, a flush creeping into his cheeks. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied quickly, his tone defensive.

But Draco wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily. "Oh, come on now, Potter," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We both know the truth. You've had a crush on her for years."

Potter's jaw clenched at Draco's words, his expression darkening with anger. "And what if I do?" he shot back, his voice low and dangerous.

Draco's smirk widened at Potter's admission, a sense of triumph swelling within him. "Just remember," he said, leaning in closer so that only Potter could hear. "She's mine. And I won't hesitate to remind you of that fact if you try anything."

With that, Draco turned on his heel and strode out of the Great Hall, leaving Potter to stew in his own anger and frustration. And as he made his way to his next class, a sense of satisfaction washed over him, knowing that he had struck a nerve with Potter—and that he would stop at nothing to protect what was his.