forbidden love 𝜗ৎ | H.P · Y/n story by @dodi

The Great Hall at Hogwarts was deafening. It was the first feast of the new term, and the noise of hundreds of students catching up, laughing, and clattering cutlery echoed off the enchanted ceiling, currently a clear, starry night.

Draco Malfoy

Pass the pumpkin juice, would you? I’m parched.

Pansy Parkinson

slides the jug towards him You’d think they’d have something better after a summer away. It’s always pumpkin juice.

Blaise Zabini

Complain to the house-elves, Pansy. I’m sure they’ll whip up a bottle of champagne just for you.

Theodore Nott

not looking up from his book They’d probably spit in it first.

Draco Malfoy took a long drink, then set his goblet down with a decisive clink. His grey eyes, cold and assessing, swept down the table before landing on the empty space beside him.

Draco Malfoy

Where is she, then? She was right behind us coming out of the common room.

Pansy Parkinson

Probably admiring her reflection in a suit of armour. You know how she gets when there’s a crowd to impress.