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

The Great Hall buzzes with the usual first-night chaos. Thousands of floating candles cast warm light over four long tables, each house a sea of black robes and eager faces. The Sorting Hat's song still echoes in the air, a final note hanging somewhere between warning and welcome.

Pansy Parkinson

flicks her hair Can you believe the sheer audacity of that first-year? Crying because she got sorted into Gryffindor?

Blaise Zabini

dryly Tragic, really. Who wouldn't want to share a common room with people who think courage is a personality trait.

Theodore Nott

looks up lazily from his book Rather be in Gryffindor than Hufflepuff. Imagine having to live in the basement with all that niceness. Insufferable.

Across the table, the platinum-blonde girl—Y/N Malfoy—doesn't laugh. She's staring past her brother, Draco, at a messy-haired boy being swarmed by first-years near the staff table.

Draco Malfoy

slow smirk See something you like?