Designated Pretty Girl • M . R · Y/n story by @sleepyhoney

The Great Hall had never looked better. Strings of fairy lights hung between the floating candles, and the four long tables gleamed under the enchanted ceiling, which showed a clear, starry night over the Scottish Highlands.

Pansy Parkinson

slides onto the bench beside you, her sleek black bob perfectly in place Finally. I thought Christmas break would never end. I was so bored I actually let Draco drag me to his family's New Year's party.

Draco Malfoy

appearing behind her, rolling his eyes You loved it. Don't pretend.

Pansy Parkinson

I tolerated it. There's a difference.

Blaise Zabini

leaning across the table, a lazy grin on his face Speaking of tolerable things—Y/n, you've been quiet. Still recovering from being crowned prettiest girl at Hogwarts?

Theodore Nott

glancing up from his phone She's probably just tired of hearing about it. The entire school hasn't shut up since the Yule Ball.

A warm hand landed on your shoulder, and you didn't have to look to know who it was. Mattheo slid onto the bench beside you, his dark curls falling messily over his forehead, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Mattheo Riddle

pressing a kiss to your temple They're just jealous they didn't get to take you home.

Lorenzo Berkshire

snorting from across the table Jealous? Please. We all saw you two disappear before the last dance.

Daphne Greengrass

raising an eyebrow And yet somehow you still managed to win prom king and queen. Interesting how that works.

Astoria Greengrass

giggling The votes were already in, Daph. They just didn't stay for the crown.

The chatter around the Slytherin table continued, warm and familiar. The Great Hall buzzed with the energy of a new term—new classes, new drama, new opportunities.

Pansy Parkinson

lowering her voice Who the hell is that?

Draco Malfoy

watching her approach New transfer, I heard. From Italy.

Blaise Zabini

a slow smile spreading across his face Well, well. Term just got more interesting.

The girl's gaze swept the Slytherin table, and for a moment, it lingered on you. Then it moved past—and settled on Mattheo.

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smiling, her voice carrying a soft Italian accent Is this seat taken?