draco 🙄 · Y/n story by @lovegoodx

The Slytherin common room was quiet for a Friday evening, most of the house still at dinner. Greenish light filtered through the lake windows, casting slow, watery shadows across the worn leather sofas.

Draco Malfoy

lounging in an armchair by the fire, a Potions essay balanced on his knee You're late.

He set the parchment aside, giving you his full attention in that way he did when he was pretending not to care but absolutely was.

Draco Malfoy

Mother sent another letter. She asks about you. a pause Said to make sure you're eating properly and not getting into trouble.

The fire crackled. Somewhere down the corridor, a door slammed and laughter echoed—distant and muffled by stone.

Draco Malfoy

lowering his voice Also, Father wants to know if you've made any "appropriate connections" yet. His words, not mine.