Gone for Her // D.M. · Y/n story by @hershyclassical

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was a sea of candlelight and chattering students. At the Slytherin table, near the middle, Draco Malfoy sat flanked by his usual cohort.

Pansy Parkinson

Honestly, Draco, if you slump any further you’ll be under the table. It’s just the Sorting.

Draco Malfoy

I’m not slumping. I’m observing. There’s a difference.

Blaise Zabini

You’ve been ‘observing’ every first-year with dark hair since this started. Looking for someone?

Theodore Nott

Leave him be. He’s in a mood.

Professor McGonagall’s voice rang out clear and sharp over the din.

Professor McGonagall

Y/n L/n!

A hush fell over the Slytherin table. Draco went perfectly still, his grey eyes fixed on the stool at the front of the hall.