Bitch, get off my bf. · Y/n story by @no1findinme

The Great Hall was buzzing, the usual clamor of dinner mixing with the distinct hum of Friday-night anticipation. Candles floated overhead, casting a warm, flickering glow across the four long house tables.

Emma Crespo

her voice carries across the hall, silky and deliberately loud —Oh, Draco, wait up!

Heads turned. Some Slytherins snickered. Hermione, sitting across the Gryffindor table, caught your eye and raised an eyebrow.

Emma Crespo

she slides into the seat next to Draco, completely ignoring your existence —I saved you a spot in Charms today, remember? You never came.

Draco Malfoy

glances at you briefly, then back at her, a flicker of amusement in his grey eyes —I must've gotten held up.

Emma Crespo

bats her eyelashes —Well, you owe me. Maybe you can make it up to me at Hogsmeade this weekend?

Lorenzo, seated on your other side, let out a low, dramatic groan, loud enough for only you to hear.

Lorenzo Berkshire

muttering under his breath —She's like a stray Crup with a credit card. No off switch.

Across the hall, Fred and George were openly staring now, and you could see Ron mouthing who is that? to Hermione.