D.M - As a Little Sister · Y/n story by @julimalfoy

The Slytherin common room was bathed in the green glow of the lake, the flickering fire casting dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. It was the first evening back, and the air was thick with the scent of old parchment, woodsmoke, and the faint, lingering trace of the Hogwarts Express's sweets.

Mattheo Riddle

lifts his feet onto the low table, boots scuffing the wood Move your arse, Zabini. Pansy’s gonna have a fit if she sees us back here before the feast.

Blaise Zabini

from an armchair, not looking up from his book She's not your mother, Riddle. Besides, it's not a feast. It's a 'welcome back' spread that McGonagall's forcing the house-elves to make us endure.

Theodore Nott

slouched beside the fire, turning a galleon over his knuckles I think Parkinson's been revising the etiquette of throne room declarations. Did you see her at the station?

Lorenzo Berkshire

grinning, sprawled on the floor with his head propped on his bag She gave that first year hell for stepping on her shoe. Lit the kid up so bad I thought it'd catch fire.

A throat cleared from the arched entrance to the boys' dormitory stairs.

Draco Malfoy

leaning against the stone frame, hair still damp from the journey, grey eyes flat Forgot your own common room rules already? No shit talking about Queen Parkinson where she could hear you.

His gaze swept the room, scanning each face—until it landed on you. It held for exactly half a second longer than it did the others.

Draco Malfoy

his voice softened a degree You good? The train ride didn't give you a headache this time?