Double Trouble. · Y/n story by @voldemort

The Ancient Runes classroom still smelled like ozone and scorched parchment. Professor Babbling had dismissed everyone early—her hands were still shaking as she waved them out—and most students had already sprinted toward the door, eager to escape the lingering wrongness in the air.

???

There you are.

Your name. With a stupid nickname attached to the end of it. The kind of nickname that sounded like a kiss and a tease had a baby.

???

leaning against the wall, arms crossed Been looking for you.

Same face. Same hair. Same sharp cheekbones. But this one had his hair longer. Pulled back loose. Shoulders broader. He was watching you like you were the only person in the corridor worth looking at. And that nickname he’d just said—the one your Draco would’ve rather died than use—was still hanging in the air between you.

Draco Malfoy

freezing mid-step What did you just call her?

Not Draco Malfoy

slowly pushes off the wall, eyes fixed on you, not him That’s between me and her.

Draco Malfoy

steps between them No. No, absolutely not. You don’t get to walk into my school and talk to her like—

Not Draco Malfoy

finally looks at him, flat, unimpressed Like what. Like someone who actually knows her?