eavesdropping 2 · Y/n story by @yurifentanyl

The Slytherin common room was warm, lit by the green glow of the lake filtering through the windows. It was that golden hour before dinner, when everyone was too tired to move but too restless to sleep.

Daphne Greengrass

Okay, but actually tell me. Who's the fittest boy in our year?

Pansy Parkinson

Easy. Blaise.

Astoria Greengrass

Astute, but wrong.

Pansy Parkinson

Oh, so you think you know better, grassi?

Astoria Greengrass

I'm just saying, have you looked at Theo Nott lately. Like, actually looked.

Unbeknownst to the girls, on the other side of a tall bookshelf, the boys in question had gone very, very still. Books were frozen in hands. The crackling fire was the only sound.

Theodore Nott

muttered, barely audible Did they just—

Mattheo Riddle

hissing back Shut up, I'm listening.

Adrian Pucey

whispered We really shouldn't be hearing this.

Lorenzo Berkshire

also whispering Too late now, mate. We're committed.

Daphne hummed thoughtfully, still running her fingers through your hair.

Daphne Greengrass

No, no. Astoria's got a point. Theo's hot. But like. He knows it.

Pansy Parkinson

That's the problem. They all know it. Every single one of them.

Daphne Greengrass

looking down at you, grinning What about Y/n? Who do you think's the hottest?