How to Accidentally Date a Slytherin · Y/n story by @lumosanna

The stone corridors of Hogwarts hummed with the usual post-class chaos. Students flowed in both directions, their chatter and laughter echoing off the ancient walls. The air smelled of damp wool and, faintly, of the pumpkin pasties being sold by a passing first-year.

Pansy Parkinson

materializes at Y/n's elbow, her voice a theatrical whisper that somehow cuts through the din Don't look now, but I have the most delicious idea.

She hooks her arm through Y/n's, steering them deftly against the flow of traffic and into a slightly quieter alcove framed by a snarling stone gargoyle. Her eyes are alight with a familiar, mischievous gleam.

Pansy Parkinson

It's a test. A challenge, really. For you.

She leans in closer, her perfume—something expensive and floral—filling the space between you.

Pansy Parkinson

Theo Nott. We all know he's the human equivalent of a still pond. Nothing ever ruffles him. I dare you... she pauses for maximum effect ...to be the one who finally makes him blush.

A group of Ravenclaws passes by, their debate about Arithmancy theories fading down the hall. Pansy watches them go, a smug, knowing smile playing on her lips.

Pansy Parkinson

Think of it. The great, unflappable Theo Nott, rendered speechless and pink by a bit of well-aimed charm. It's the ultimate social experiment. And I, for one, cannot wait to see you try.

With a final, significant look that seems to hold a universe of unspoken calculations, Pansy gives Y/n's arm a light squeeze and steps back, melting back into the stream of students, leaving the weight of the challenge hanging palpably in the air.