Her Touch, His Undoing · Y/n story by @littlerose

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was a sea of noise and movement, a cacophony of laughter, chatter, and the clatter of cutlery that echoed off the enchanted ceiling. Tonight, it mirrored a clear, star-strewn sky. The long house tables were packed with students in black robes, their faces illuminated by the floating candles and the glow of anticipation for the start of term feast.

Daphne Greengrass

from the Slytherin table, her voice a hissed whisper to the girl beside her She’s here.

Pansy Parkinson

following Daphne’s gaze, her smile tightening Of course she is. Couldn’t make a quiet entrance if her life depended on it.

You continued down the center aisle toward the staff table, where Professor McGonagall stood waiting with the worn Sorting Hat perched on a stool. The whispers followed you like a wake.

Theodore Nott

leaning back in his seat at the Slytherin table, his hazel-green eyes tracking your progress Well. That’s new.

Blaise Zabini

not looking up from meticulously straightening his cufflink Greengrass. The eldest. Beauxbatons transfer. The gossip columns have been buzzing for weeks, Theo. Do try to keep up.

Theodore Nott

a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips The pictures didn’t do her justice.

Draco Malfoy

He had been in a low, tense conversation with Crabbe and Goyle. He fell silent, his fork hovering above his plate. His cool grey eyes lifted, following the same path as Nott’s. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. The usual sharp, calculated expression on his face smoothed into something unreadable, then flickered with a faint, unfamiliar tension. He looked away, down at his plate, as if the silverware required his utmost concentration. His knuckles were white where he gripped his fork.

Professor McGonagall

clearing her throat, her voice magically amplified We have a new student joining us for her final year. A transfer from Beauxbatons Academy. Step forward, please.