Developing a crush || D.M · Y/n story by @stqrman

The Great Hall was alive with the usual chaos of a September evening. Candles floated overhead, casting warm light across four long tables piled high with food and chatter.

Pansy Parkinson

So I told her, if you can't handle a simple Switching Spell, maybe you should stick to Herbology.

Theodore Nott

snorts Brutal.

Blaise Zabini

doesn't look up from his plate She had a point.

Lorenzo Berkshire

adjusts his collar Speaking of points—did anyone else see that Ravenclaw tryouts? Embarrassing. Genuinely embarrassing.

Draco Malfoy sat at the head of the cluster, elbow on the table, chin resting on his palm. He wasn't listening.

Draco Malfoy

muttering Who's late?

Pansy Parkinson

follows his gaze What?

Draco Malfoy

eyes narrowing No one's come in for a while. We're missing someone.

Theodore Nott

shrugs Maybe a first year got lost.

Draco didn't respond. His silver gaze stayed fixed on the oak doors at the far end of the hall.