Bothered - Fred Weasley · Y/n story by @hfhdf447

The Great Hall was a sea of black robes and flickering candlelight, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a starless, murky sky. Chatter bounced off the stone walls, punctuated by the clatter of cutlery and the low hum of hundreds of conversations.

Draco Malfoy

You alright? Settling in?

A sharp, pointed voice cut through the din before Y/n could answer.

Pansy Parkinson

her eyes narrowed, flicking between Y/n and Draco with an unmistakable edge Do I know you?

Draco Malfoy

Pansy, this is my sister. Y/n.

Pansy Parkinson

her brow furrowed, tilting her head Sister? Draco, you never mentioned a sister. Especially not one who looks like she just stepped out of a French catalogue.

Across the table, Blaise Zabini raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a slow smirk. Theodore Nott leaned forward slightly, a piece of bread halfway to his mouth, suddenly far more interested.

Theodore Nott

Since when do you have a twin?

A beat of silence. Then, from further down the Slytherin table, a low whistle.

Mattheo Riddle

grinning And she's a Malfoy? Gods help us all.