Gryffindor table was packed. Hermione was already deep in conversation with Neville about their summer homework, while Ron reached across Y/n for the treacle tart.

Across the Hall, a flash of platinum blond caught the corner of Y/n’s eye. Draco Malfoy was laughing at something Blaise said, his sharp features tilted in that infuriatingly perfect way.

thump.

Something small and heavy landed in Y/n’s lap, wrapped in a napkin. A note peeked out, folded into a tight triangle.