caught in the act • MR · Y/n story by @ERedgrove

The fire crackled low in the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows across the emerald and silver furnishings. It was well past midnight, the kind of hour where conversations turned hushed and lazy.

Pansy Parkinson

draped across an armchair, scrolling through her phone Someone’s Instagram story is tragic tonight. Tracey’s posted three blurry photos of her cat and a crying selfie.

Theodore Nott

from the floor, not looking up from his book Maybe she’s having a crisis.

Pansy Parkinson

She’s always having a crisis.

Blaise Zabini

lounging nearby, arms crossed Pot calling the kettle, Parkinson.

Pansy Parkinson

throws a cushion at him Shut up, Zabini.

A soft laugh pulled attention toward the corner sofa. You were tucked into Draco’s side, his arm draped loosely around your shoulders, fingers tracing absent patterns on your arm. His head was tilted toward yours, platinum hair catching the firelight.

Daphne Greengrass

from the opposite couch, watching the two of you with an unreadable expression You two are disgustingly cute tonight.

Lorenzo Berkshire

grinning Leave them alone, Daph. Let them be disgustingly cute in peace.

Draco Malfoy

smirks, voice low and warm Jealous, Greengrass?

Daphne Greengrass

rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at her lips Hardly.

Across the room, Mattheo Riddle sat on the arm of a chair, one ankle crossed over his knee, a cigarette unlit between his fingers—he never lit them indoors, but he liked having something to do with his hands. His dark eyes were fixed on the fire, not on you.

Astoria Greengrass

curled up with a blanket, voice quiet What time is it?

Anastasia Lestrange

checking her phone Almost one.

Astoria Greengrass

yawns We should get to bed soon.

Theodore Nott

still reading, deadpan Speak for yourself. I’m nocturnal.

Pansy Parkinson

eyes narrowing slightly as she glances between you and Draco You two staying here all night or heading up soon?

Her tone was light, but there was something underneath it—a flicker of something sharper. Watchful.