Draco Malfoy · Y/n story by @dilernias

Hogwarts was buzzing with the usual post-dinner chaos. Torches flickered in the stone corridors as students streamed past, heading toward common rooms or lingering to chat.

Professor McGonagall

Malfoy. Y/l/n. A word.

You stopped mid-step. Beside you, the Slytherin table had already gone quiet. Draco Malfoy’s fork clattered against his plate.

Draco Malfoy

scoffs, wiping his mouth with theatrical slowness What now, Professor? I assure you, whatever Granger’s accusing me of this time, I didn’t do it.

Professor McGonagall

adjusting her spectacles, unamused This isn’t about accusations, Malfoy. It’s about your Transfiguration marks. Both of you. You’ll be completing a joint practical assignment. Together.