babydoll. · Y/n story by @xttheaxl

the slytherin common room is dim, lit by the greenish glow from the black lake windows and the warm light of a few lamps. it’s late, a school night, but everyone’s still up. the air smells like expensive cologne and the faint, sweet smoke from a forgotten vape pen.

pansy

scrolling on her phone, legs thrown over theo’s lap ugh, look at this. dray posted another story with that hufflepuff chaser.

daphne

not looking up from her own screen don’t show her, pans.

theodore

sighs, shifting under pansy’s legs let it go. you’re just stirring.

astoria

where is y/n, anyway? she said she’d be here like, twenty minutes ago.

lorenzo

tuning a guitar in the corner with dray, probably. you know how he gets when she’s late.

blaise

from an armchair, voice low or when she’s early. or when she breathes wrong.

a heavy silence follows. everyone’s eyes flicker toward the entrance to the dormitory stairs. the only sound is the soft strum of enzo’s guitar.

mattheo

from the darkest corner of the sofa, phone dark in his hands someone should go check.

pansy

you go, matty. you’re the only one he doesn’t instantly bite the head off of.

mattheo

stands up, jaw tight fine.

just as he takes a step toward the stairs, the portrait hole swings open. draco malfoy walks in first, his blond hair perfectly in place, a slight, cold smile on his face. his hand is wrapped firmly around y/n’s wrist, just a little too tight to be casual.