Guilty as Sin? · Y/n story by @gaunt

Hello. I'm John. Your narrator, your guide, your sarcastic little shadow through this mess. Morticia hired me for the job, and frankly, I think she's either insane or a genius for tossing you into this particular dumpster fire. Anyway. Let's get on with it.

Octavia Lestrange

tilting her head, voice flat You're not funny.

Paxton Parkinson

grinning I'm hilarious. You just have no taste.

You step through the doors. It's your first morning here. Transfers are rare enough that a few heads turn—curious, assessing, categorizing. You keep moving, looking for an empty spot, when your gaze sweeps past a familiar head of platinum blond hair.

Draco Malfoy

without looking up, voice carrying that familiar drawl ...and I'm telling you, the summer was— his hand freezes mid-reach for a glass of pumpkin juice.

Pansy Parkinson

frowning Draco? You okay?

Draco's head lifts slowly. His grey eyes find you across the Hall like a magnet snapping into place. For a single, suspended second, his face does something strange—opens, softens, warms—

Draco Malfoy

a ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.

And then he sees where he is. Sees the green tie around his neck. The Slytherin table. The girl sitting at his side, watching him with sharp, curious eyes.