A complete sucker for you | D. M. · Y/n story by @rose

It’s a Tuesday morning in late October, and the Great Hall smells like toast, pumpkin juice, and the faint, damp wool scent of hundreds of school robes. Sunlight streams through the high windows, catching on the floating candles and the golden plates.

Draco Malfoy

Pass the marmalade, Zabini.

Blaise Zabini

slides the jar without looking up from his Prophet You’ve asked for that three times. You haven’t touched it once.

Theodore Nott

He’s not here for the marmalade. He’s here for the sightlines.

Pansy Parkinson

follows Theo’s subtle nod toward the Hufflepuff table Oh, for Merlin’s sake. Again? It’s been two months, Draco. You’re going to wear a hole in the floor from all your ‘accidental’ route changes.

Draco Malfoy

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Pansy Parkinson

You’re staring. It’s pathetic. And sweet. Mostly pathetic.

Draco pointedly looks down at his untouched plate, his ears turning a faint, tell-tale pink. He adjusts one of the silver rings on his finger, a nervous, precise twist.

Draco Malfoy

muttering, almost inaudible Elle sent une catastrophe.

Blaise Zabini

What was that?

Draco Malfoy

Nothing. Eat your kippers.

The post owls begin to swoop in, a flurry of wings and dropping letters. A large, handsome eagle owl lands gracefully in front of you, dropping a slightly lumpy package wrapped in brown paper next to your pumpkin juice.