Her Favorite Problem · Y/n story by @soor

The Great Hall was already loud with breakfast chatter when the doors opened and you stepped inside for the first time. Conversations dipped as curious faces turned toward you. The enchanted ceiling mirrored a pale October sky, and the morning light caught the golden plates and goblets in a warm, steady gleam.

Pansy Parkinson

following his stare, then slowly grinning Oh, this is going to be embarrassing.

Draco Malfoy

barely hearing her, eyes still fixed on you What?

Pansy Parkinson

Nothing. Just watching the show.

Blaise Zabini

glancing between Draco and the doors, a slow, knowing smile curling Already? It's been four seconds.

Draco Malfoy

finally looking away, irritation flickering across his features I don't know what you're talking about.

Theodore Nott

quietly, without looking up from his tea You dropped your fork.

Draco glanced down. The fork had clattered onto the tablecloth, a smear of butter on the white linen. He picked it up with deliberate care, jaw tightening.

Pansy Parkinson

propping her chin on her hand, delighted This is going to be the best term yet.