❝Pain mixed with pleasure,
Love mixed with jealousy.❞

WARNING:
This chapter contains implied non-con act.
If you are uncomfortable with such topics, please skip to the next chapter.

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Multiple classes happened here and there after lunch and so far, (Y/N) enjoyed all of them. 

The (H/C) haired Slytherin listened to every single lessons with such enthusiasm and immersion that they can put Hermione to shame if they wanted to.

Even though they were unlikely to listen to every lessons that the teachers teach to other students, (Y/N) thought that Hogwarts was a special exception since it's basically a dream coming true for them.

There is only one thing that (Y/N) noticed throughout their entire classes during their first day and it was the fact that after that little flying incident, multiple first year students who were there to witness it kept staring at them uncomfortably, especially Draco.

They heard a few gossips from the students, saying that they were something like a clairvoyant.

(Y/N) couldn't help but scoff internally at their words.

If only they knew, (Y/N) thought.

Draco didn't take part in any gossips that happened and instead, he kept angrily glaring at his fellow Slytherin while keeping an observing look like he was a predator observing its little prey before getting eaten alive.

(Y/N) shuddered at Draco's glares and stayed with Alem the entire time.

Speaking of Alem, he was silently trying to back the rest of the first year students off whenever they start staring at his older sibling with a nasty look behind (Y/N)'s back.

He becomes a completely different person during classes; he holds a cold look, listens intently to the professor and ignores everyone, even (Y/N).

But, the older Rosewood didn't really care or didn't mind. 

They know that everyone changes once school is being involved.

It was currently nighttime and most of the students were in the Great Hall, eating dinner after a long tiring day. 

(Y/N) turned their head towards the Gryffindor table and saw that Harry was already there. They looked down at their empty plate and stood up from the Slytherin table.

Alem looked up from his plate with his mouth full of food and crumbs all over the corner of his lips. 

"Where are you going, (Y/N)?" He asked, stuffing another food inside his mouth.

(Y/N) sweatdropped at the thought of Alem choking on his food while talking to them with his mouth full.

"Swallow your food, Alem." They sighed. 

"And I'm going to the Gryffindor table for a while." (Y/N) told Alem. 

The youngest Rosewood's eyebrow raised in confusion but didn't further question his older sibling since they probably have a reason why they're going to the Gryffindor table.

Alem didn't really care about the feud between the Slytherins and Gryffindors. He treats everyone equally, Slytherin or not.

Well, maybe except Draco.

"Sit down, Rosewood. You're not supposed to go to the Gryffindor table." Draco, who was sitting across the Rosewood twins, huffed angrily while his head was resting on his hand.

(Y/N) and Alem turned their heads at Draco, both having different expressions. (Y/N) looked confused but Alem rolled his eyes annoyingly.

"Any reason why I shouldn't?" (Y/N) asked, trying to make themselves composed and calm as much as possible.

"You're a Slytherin; if you're going to get crummy with the Gryffindors then you'll obviously tarnish our name. Better to just sit down and stay here." The platinum haired Slytherin explained and looked away from (Y/N), trying to get his attention somewhere else.

"So what if they're a Slytherin? It doesn't mean that they can't get friendly with everyone else, can they? And also, you're overreacting a bit by saying that getting along with Gryffindors will 'tarnish' our name." Alem scoffed and made air quotation marks when he said 'tarnish'. 

Draco didn't say anything after Alem spoke those words.

(Y/N) awaited for Draco's reply and since nothing came out of his mouth, they shrugged and sent Alem a small smile of gratitude before walking over to the Gryffindor table.

Sure enough, most of the Gryffindors' eyes narrowed at the sight of a Slytherin approaching their table. 

But, to reassure them that (Y/N) meant to harm, they sent them a gentle smile.

After that, they all turned around and continued with their chattering while eating their dinner.

"Hey, Potter! What's the big news?" (Y/N) patted Harry's back from behind, laughing as they did so.

Ron silently looked away and pursed his lips, scooting away from the (H/C) haired Slytherin. 

They noticed this and slightly felt like they were unwelcomed in this table. Harry looked up at (Y/N) and sent them a nervous smile.

"Well, thanks for the advanced congratulations earlier, Rosewood. You were right; Malfoy just ended up making me a favor." Harry moved a bit to the side in order to give (Y/N) some space for them to sit on.

(Y/N) hummed softly and gave themselves the privilege of sitting next to the raven haired boy.

"He became the Gryffindor Quidditch team's Seeker." Hermione piped in and gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile. 

"Sorry for lashing out at you earlier. I was out of control that time." (Y/N) responded by shaking their head as an indication that they didn't mind Hermione's attitude a while ago.

"It's fine. Besides, I was saying pretty non-sensical stuff back then so your reaction was definitely understandable." They laughed once more and Ron recalled their ramblings during their flying lessons a while ago.

"Hey, how did you know that Harry wasn't going to get in trobuble?" Ron asked so that he wouldn't be left out.

"Everyone's right, Ron; I'm a clairvoyant." (Y/N) joked while doing an imaginary hair flip with their (H/C) hair.

Harry and Hermione chuckled at this while watching their new friend doing another weird stuff.

"No, but seriously, Professor McGonagall's look didn't look so angry at all; she looked pretty happy under all that strict face. That's how I knew." They put up a convincing lie since they can't tell that they already knew that it was going to happen or that they watched and read an entire series based on them.

Unsurprisingly, they bought the lie and continued with their conversation.

"Maybe I should ask you about who I'm going to end up with in the future." Harry joked and laughed but (Y/N) internally screamed while keeping a genuine smile so that no one can tell that they're screaming so hard right now.

"Well, they aren't here yet. But... I'll let you figure that out yourself." (Y/N) shrugged while taking a sip of some (favorite flavor) juice and acting like a mafia boss.

Harry's smile faded and turned into a shocked one with a blush of disbelief tinted his cheeks.

"Wait, really? You know who I'm going to end up with?" He leaned closer towards the Slytherin, both happy yet nervous at the same time.

(Y/N) slightly choked on their juice before facing Harry with a teasing look.

"What, no! I was just joking. In case you forgot, I can't really look into the future, you know?" (Y/N) placed their empty glass on the table while Harry leaned away, slightly disappointed.

"Oh, right. Sorry." He briefly apologized. This continued on for a few minutes until Hermione yawned and groggily stood up from the table.

"Well, I'm heading to bed now. Are you three going to stay here?" She rubbed her eyes while trying to keep her voice loud enough for them to hear.

Ron immediately stood up and soon, (Y/N) followed.

"No, I think let's call it a day today." They grinned and glanced over at Ron, giving him a smile. The Weasley nervously smiled back and walked over to Hermione.

Ron wanted nothing more than to just get away from (Y/N).

He sighs silently before looking back at Harry who stood up from the table as well.

"Alright, then. I'll see you tomorrow, (Y/N)." Hermione grinned and waved at her new Slytherin friend. 

(Y/N) waved back, the feeling of excitement almost wanting to burst out of their chest.

"Good night, Harry. Good night, Ron. Good night, Hermione." They grinned back and watched the golden trio walk out of the Great Hall with a sigh of satisfaction.

After a while, they walked over to the Slytherin table and found Draco talking to Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Alem was nowhere to be found so they looked around to look for their little brother.

"If you're looking for your brother, he already went back to the common room." Draco said as he noticed (Y/N) looking around the Great Hall for any signs of their brother.

(Y/N) turned to look at Draco with a slight look of surprise before softening them into a thankful one.

"Thanks, Malfoy." They briefly thanked the platinum haired boy and walked out of the Great Hall, yawning in the process.

Pansy rolled her eyes as she watched their retreating form, still angry that they sort of embarrassed her in front of the other students a while ago.

After the oldest Rosewood was gone entirely from the Great Hall, Draco continued his conversation with the three but his mind somehow drifted into (Y/N), curious why they didn't bear a look of anger and annoyance when they saw him unlike yesterday.

Did their brother exorcise them or something? Draco questioned himself.

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As soon as (Y/N) arrived on their room, they immediately collapsed on the bed and gave off a defeated sigh. 

Alem looked up from his book and slightly laughed at his sibling's defeated look. 

"Someone looks tired today." He pointed out and placed his book on the nightstand that was beside his bed.

"Sort of. I'm so glad that they didn't give us any homework to do today." (Y/N) internally cheered and hugged a pillow, letting its soft texture hit their entire body and relax them to sleep.

"I think they're just going easy on us today. Wait 'till tomorrow and something will definitely happen." Alem laughed and began to wrap himself with the blanket like a burrito.

He doesn't know why but he feels much better whenever he does this.

"Geez, I hope not. I can't take surprise homeworks." (Y/N) cringed and lazily stood up from their bed once they realized that they still have their Slytherin robe on.

"But, I'm sure you'll be fine. You were able to handle 3 homeworks when you were attending a muggle school so what's the difference?" Alem joked while turning to the side of the bed to face (Y/N).

"Okay, Alem. One, those homeworks don't have anything related to magical creatures and any mythic stuff that muggles think isn't real. Two, I think I'm going to die slowly if I have to use a quill everyday instead of a pencil to write because believe me, Alem. I'd want to finish my homework as fast as I could and quills aren't the best thing for that." (Y/N) listed off monotoneously while removing their robe and hanging it neatly on the wall, just like Alem did.

The youngest Rosewood rolled his eyes and closed it, snuggling his face deeper to the blanket. "Whatever, sis/bro. You're gonna have to take the hard way here in Hogwarts." Alem said in a sing song voice but his words trailed off, indicating that he was starting to get sleepy.

(Y/N) began to think about his words as they collapsed on the bed once more.

The hard way...

Come to think of it, I have to do something before the school year ends, right?

But, I don't even remember what it is anymore.

...

Geez, Erised returned my memory but didn't return the most important thing I need to do?

It almost feels like they want to kill me or something.

Wait, what if that was the thing that I forgot when I held Neville's Remembrall?

...

(Y/N) turned to the side and covered themselves in a blanket while looking up to the ceiling, letting their thoughts sink in.

I'm sure that I'll be able to remember it soon enough.

And if I'm able to remember it, I'll do it as soon as I can so I'll be extending my stay here.

...

(Y/N) fell asleep as Draco walked inside the room with Crabbe and Goyle following behind him.

His eyes immediately wandered at the oldest Rosewood's sleeping form and scoffed at how unlady/unmanly like they were when they were sleeping.

Draco changed his clothes and stole one final glance at (Y/N)'s sleeping form, cringing slightly when he saw that a drool was coming out of their mouth.

He shook his head and climbed to his bed, turning the lights off before closing his eyes and letting the sleep take him in.

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I opened my eyes since I felt my arm being pulled by someone, their hard grip almost making it seem like they want to break my arm.

I glanced over at the large, manly grip on my arm before looking up to the person who's dragging me without any concern for my health whatsoever.

But, even though I wanted to say something, I couldn't say anything. My mouth isn't allowing me to.

Eventually, the man stopped dragging me away and pushed me in front of these other men who I don't know or recognize.

"Daddy, who are these people?" I mumbled softly, glancing up at the men who were squinting their eyes down on me in a sinister manner.

When I noticed their dirty glares on me, I hugged my stuffed bear tightly and close to my chest as if my stuffed bear is my protector.

"They're good friends of mine, (Y/N)." The man, who I eventually recognized as my father, answered my question with the same smile that those other men threw towards me.

"Friends...?" I said, repeating his word as if it's one of the complicated things I've ever heard him say.

"Yes, so you'll need to be friendly to them too, alright?" My father brings his hand over to my head, ruffling my messy (H/C) hair with his fingertips before retracting his hand away.

"Okay, Daddy..." I mumble, looking down to the ground while kicking a random pebble since I can't really refuse or say anything to my father.

...

"Hey, (F/N). This is your kid?" I heard one of the men ask my father while I'm just crouching down and watching a random ant crawl around the stoned ground in the middle of an alley.

"Yeah. They're 8 years old." My father replied, chuckling as he did so.

"Nice. Do I have to hold back or nah?" This odd question from the man made me blink in confusion, wondering what he's trying to mean by that.

"Psh, go crazy." My father laughed, patting the man's shoulder.

At this point, I didn't even bother to question anything since I wouldn't understand anything anyway.

Though, I do wonder why my father decided to bring me here. Isn't this place a bit shady?

"Nice to meet you, little (Y/N)!" The man piped up behind me which made me turn my head around and stand up, dusting off any dirt from my clothes and holding my stuffed bear.

"Nice to meet you too, Daddy's friend." I forced myself a smile since my father said that I need to be nice to them although I don't really want to.

"Hey, do you want to play a game with us?" He smirks and I almost wanted to run away but because he mentioned games, maybe he wasn't trying anything suspicious.

I mean, all children like games so maybe he just wants to play something with me.

"...Game... What kind of game?" I asked, feeling slightly excited that I get to play something at night. My mother makes me sleep early so I can't really play any games after 8 PM.

"Let's see..." He brings his finger to his chin before taking a step towards me, his smirk widening while it's my eyes that's widening in fear.

"If you make any noise," The man takes another step while I keep taking a step back because I don't want him to get any closer to me.

Eventually, the other men from a while ago popped up behind the man, giving me a smirk and a look of lust that I felt extremely disgusted.

"...Daddy?" I look around, wanting to find protection from my father and run towards him. I want to go home now!

"You and your mommy will die." The man chuckles and takes a huge step towards me but before I can even take another step, my back already collided with the cold, dirty brick wall on the alley.

"...Daddy, please help me...!" I exclaimed fearfully, hugging my stuffed bear while tears are already pouring out of my eyes.

Where was my father? Why isn't he doing anything?

Why did he bring me here?

"Your daddy won't be coming to save you, little (Y/N)." The man grabbed my arm and basically shoved the stuffed bear I had out of my other hand. I began to struggle for my life while the other men behind him started to grab any part in my body; my legs, my arm, the back of my head.

"No! Let go of me! I want my Daddy!" I cried out, feeling the man lift the hem of my shirt up and exposing my skin to the cold and chilling wind of the night.

"I promise I'll be gentle, alright?" He whispered huskily in my ear while his hand drifted down to the hem of my shorts.

I hiccuped and shot my eyes open in both fear and disbelief. While these men are starting to terrorize me, I screamed from the bottom of my lungs and hoped that someone can hear me screaming out for my life.

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(Y/N) shot up from their bed, their eyes wide and their heart beating out of their chest. Their breathing was rapid and tears flowed down to their cheeks like waterfall.

Small hiccups made their way to (Y/N)'s throat and they try to stifle it so they won't be able to wake anyone up.

(Y/N) took a gulp of air and hugged their small shivering form. That nightmare that they just saw was still playing in their head like a broken cassette; no matter how hard they tried to get it out of their mind, they always manage to remember it again.

Suddenly, a chill went down their spine as they remembered the man's horrifying smirk while he continued to terrorize their body.

Sweat enveloped their entire forehead and merged along with the tears, trickling down to their chin. Silent and choking sobs escaped their lips while they continued to hug themselves to find comfort that it was nothing more than just a nightmare.

A nightmare that happened years ago.

The (H/C) haired boy/girl shook their head and climbed out of the bed. It was then that Draco groggily opened his eyes to see what the noises were and how it interrupted his sleep.

To his surprise, Draco saw a fleeting glimpse of wet tears staining the oldest Rosewood's cheeks as they silently opened the door and walked away, closing it with a small creak. His entire sleeping state vanished completely.

"...A nightmare, possibly?" Draco mumbled to himself. He glanced over at (Y/N)'s empty bed and was trying to choose whether or not he should go and follow the crying Slytherin.

With a groan, Draco slowly climbed out of his bed and silently made his way to the door.

He told himself that he was just going to follow them and see if they were going somewhere that they shouldn't be to get themselves punished.

After all, he can't have a single Slytherin lose points because of their incompetence.

Yes, that's it.

As soon as Draco stepped out of the room, he saw (Y/N)'s shadow walking down the stairs, presumably to the common room, until it vanished.

The platinum haired Slytherin followed it and as soon as he was on the common room, he immediately hid behind a wall to avoid being seen by (Y/N).

(Y/N), on the other hand, sat on the sofa that was in front of the burned out fireplace and sobbed a little louder. It was a good thing that there were no people left on the common room except them.

But, if only they knew that a certain Malfoy was watching them.

The oldest Rosewood remembered their mother and the song that she would always sing whenever they had a nightmare. It would always manage to calm the little (Y/N) down and immediately fall asleep afterwards.

(Y/N) smiled to themselves and with a quivering lip, they opened their mouth to sing themselves a little lullaby.

I patiently wait for the morning to come...

Though it was sort of inaudible and (Y/N)'s voice was wobbling, Draco heard it as clear as a bright sunny day. He was taken back to that morning when he heard the Rosewood hum a tune, almost like a beautiful melody that he had never heard before in his entire life.

Now that he finally heard them sing, something in his heart throbbed for the (H/C) haired boy/girl. Something that he couldn't understand but loved it anyway.

It's not time just yet,
It's not time just yet,
What will be the color of the morning sky?

The more he hears their voice, the more Draco's heart pounded. His lips slightly parted and a blush tinted his cheeks to a red hue. What is this feeling that he's feeling right now?

It's not time just yet,
It's not time just yet,
For you see the night is still half and still young.

He peeked out of the wall and his eyes slightly widened at (Y/N)'s appearance as they sung from the side. Though their hair was slightly unkempt from the sleep, it still looked as soft and shiny as it was just a while ago.

How their lips moved gracefully while singing every lyric coming out of their mouth truthfully bewildered the young Malfoy.

Their closed eyes gave themselves a peaceful and calming aura and the despair that they felt just faded away from an instant.

How could he only see this now?

Where, oh where could the child who sleeps be resting in peace?
Now, say 'good morning', Nightmare.
And the bad dreams that you see,

With a blink of an eye, Draco felt his entire heart skip a beat once he felt a gust of air passing through him and (Y/N), making their hair flow gently within the wind and gracing the young Malfoy with the beautiful sight that he's currently witnessing.

Will never come again...

Once (Y/N) finished their song, they felt their eyes dropping and becoming heavy. They smiled softly to themselves and let their body collapse to the sofa with a lone tear escaping their eye.

"Thank you, Mom..." They silently mumbled before they were consumed by sleep once more.

When Draco thought that they were alseep, he came out of his hiding spot and walked over to the sleeping (Y/N) and admired how they slept so peacefully.

He crouches down and he gently runs his fingers through their hair and his fingers seemingly tingled at the feeling of (Y/N)'s hair running through it.

It almost felt like it was made for Draco to touch.

With a smile and a flustered face, he leans closer towards (Y/N)'s cheek and gently kisses it. He felt a strong rush of happiness and the urge to protect them from any harm as he kissed their cheek. But, his lips felt wet when he kissed their cheek, probably because of their tears.

But, he was determined to keep them safe. He wouldn't make them cry anymore.

"Good night, (Y/N)." Draco grinned and rested his head next to (Y/N)'s, taking in their scent.

All of a sudden, he realized that (Y/N) smelled so familiar.

Chuckling, he lets out a sigh of satisfaction once he realized that they probably used his shampoo when they took a bath.

With that thought in mind, he fell asleep next to the now peaceful (Y/N).

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Erised silently laughed and squealed at the same time as they watched the two Slytherins sleeping next to each other so peacefully.

They were watching from the side of the lake. "Aw, they look so cute sleeping together!" They chuckled and recalled the moment where (Y/N) triggered their curse to Draco.

"Looks like you have your first admirer, (Y/N) and it looks like," Erised tapped their chin happily.

"I won't have to kill you." They laughed once more and started to walk away from the lake.

"This is just the beginning, (Y/N). I wonder if you can actually manage to hold on until the end." Erised snickered to themselves at the thought as they disappeared into thin air.

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❝Now, this is not the end.
It's not even the beginning of the end.
But it is, perhaps,
The end of the beginning.❞