His Muggle | D.M · Y/n story by @silvryn

The neon sign buzzed overhead, casting a sickly green glow across the rain-slicked pavement. The pub door swung open, and the night spilled out—bass thumping, glasses clinking, laughter curling into the cool air.

Tori Vega

—no, I swear, he actually said that to the bartender. throws her head back laughing

The sound cut through the noise like a blade. Draco turned, almost involuntarily, and there she was.

Theo Nott

appearing at his shoulder, a pint already in hand You've gone still as a statue, mate. That's never good.

Draco didn't answer. He just watched her, watched the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the way she leaned into her friend's shoulder when she laughed too hard, the way she looked like she belonged exactly where she was.

Theo Nott

following his gaze, grin spreading slow Ah. There she is.

Blaise Zabini

stepping up on his other side, calm as ever Which one? The one in the denim jacket? Or the one with the dark curls? Because honestly, Draco, either would—

Draco Malfoy

low, quiet, not looking away The one laughing.

Theo and Blaise exchanged a glance. Then Theo raised his glass.

Theo Nott

So you're going to stand here like a proper tosser and stare, or are you going to do something about it?

Draco smoothed the lapel of his dark coat. Rolled his shoulders. Exhaled once, slow.

Draco Malfoy

almost to himself Watch me.

He crossed the room before he could think better of it. The crowd parted around him like water around a stone—tall, sharp, dressed in black, impossible to ignore. By the time he reached her table, she was still laughing, mid-joke, caught in that golden moment.

Draco Malfoy

Can I buy you another drink, or are you going to keep making me stare from across the room?