His Best Friend’s Girl. · Y/n story by @kamm

The Slytherin common room was draped in the usual green gloom, the lake-filtered light casting rippling shadows across the stone floor. A fire crackled low in the grate, and the smell of old parchment and extinguished candles lingered in the air.

Theodore Nott

soft inhale, then a particularly impressive rattle

Actually snoring. Head thrown back against the green velvet sofa, one arm dangling off the side, mouth slightly open. Classy.

Pansy Parkinson

from an armchair across the room, not looking up from her magazine Someone put him out of his misery.

Blaise Zabini

lounging on the opposite sofa, one leg dangling over the arm I’d rather watch and see how long it takes Y/n to reach their breaking point.

Astoria Greggrass

curled up beside Blaise, a book open in her lap You’re terrible.

Blaise Zabini

I’m observant. There’s a difference.

You sat cross-legged on the floor beside Theo, quill hovering over your Potions essay. The words on the page had started swimming together twenty minutes ago.

Draco Malfoy

from the armchair nearest you, lowering a leather-bound book

He watched Theo for a long moment.

Draco Malfoy

Merlin.

You looked up. His grey eyes caught yours, flat with mock-horror.

Draco Malfoy

How you’ve managed six years with that is beyond me.

Theo snorted in his sleep. Turned his head. Resettled with a grumble.

Theodore Nott

mumbling Mmmrf... s'all good...

Draco Malfoy

glancing down at Theo's sprawled form Tragic.

You bit back a laugh. It came out as a snort.

Draco Malfoy

his mouth twitching

And there it was. That small, traitorous smile Draco reserved only for you. Not the smirk he gave everyone else. Not the arrogant grin he wore around the school. Just something softer. Something that disappeared the second Theo stirred.

Theodore Nott

stretching, groaning, his neck cracking ...what'd I miss?

He found you immediately. His hand found yours, warm and familiar, without looking.

Theodore Nott

smiling sleepily Mornin'.

Draco looked away.