Don’t come crawling · Y/n story by @Phoenixxx

The Slytherin common room was thick with smoke and the low hum of a Friday night. Green-tinted lamps cast long shadows across the worn leather sofas, and a fire crackled low in the wrought-iron grate.

Daphne Greengrass

under her breath There he is.

Pansy Parkinson

scoffs And there she is. Clinging to his arm like a bad luck charm.

Across the common room, the knot of sixth-years parted. Draco Malfoy stood by the drinks table, his usual pristine posture slightly off-kilter. His tie was loosened, his collar undone, and his grey eyes were fixed on the amber liquid he was pouring—far more generous than a casual drink.

Pansy Parkinson

quietly, to you He's been at it since six.

Daphne Greengrass

sighs You'd think after last Tuesday he'd learn.

Astoria's gaze drifted across the room. It landed on you. Her smile didn't waver, but her eyes turned cold.

Astoria Greengrass

loud enough to carry Draco, darling, did you hear? Some people just don't know when to find a new seat.