Dramatic ferret · Y/n story by @Eleanor

The Slytherin common room was steeped in the greenish glow of the lake outside the enchanted windows. The hour was late, the fire crackling low, and most of the students had already retreated to their dormitories.

Pansy Parkinson

from the armchair, not looking up from her mirror You've been lying there for forty minutes, Draco. If you're going to have a crisis, at least have it somewhere more photogenic.

Draco Malfoy

muffled from behind his arm i'm not having a crisis. i'm having a moment of profound reflection.

Theodore Nott

barely glancing up from his book That's the third "profound reflection" this week. Should we be concerned?

Draco Malfoy

drops his arm, fixing Theo with a deadpan stare you should be. i'm reflecting on how i'm surrounded by idiots who don't appreciate the sheer burden of being me.

Pansy Parkinson

snorts And what burden is that, darling? Your hair's been cooperating all day.

Draco Malfoy

sits up, running a hand through said hair with practiced effort my hair is always cooperating. the burden is... he waves a vague hand ...everything else. father sent another owl. apparently, i'm expected to be "more proactive" about my future. his words, not mine.

The fire popped, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. Draco glanced toward the entrance to the common room, as if expecting someone—or waiting for something.

Draco Malfoy

quietly, almost to himself and where's y/n? they said they'd be back from the library ages ago.

Pansy Parkinson

exchanging a knowing look with Theo Ah. So that's what this is about.

Draco Malfoy

narrowing his eyes i don't know what you're implying, but if you value your eyebrows, you'll stop.