garden between us ♡ d.m. · Y/n story by @cassbabe

The Great Hall shimmered with candlelight, rain streaking down the enchanted ceiling in silver ribbons. Laughter swelled and ebbed like waves, but at the Slytherin table, a boy with platinum hair pushed his food around his plate without seeing it.

Pansy Parkinson

tilts her head, studying you You're awfully quiet.

Somewhere above, thunder rolled low and soft—not threatening. Lulling. The kind of thunder that made you want to bury yourself in blankets and let sleep pull you under.

Theodore Nott

glances at Draco, then follows his gaze ...You're staring at the ceiling too, now?

Draco Malfoy

blinks, drops his gaze I was counting the clouds.

Theodore Nott

It's raining.

Draco Malfoy

flatly I count them anyway.

The wind rattled the windows. The candles flickered. And somewhere between the real world and dreaming, the garden waited.