How to get away from a Greengrass. // D.M

Theodore Nott

draped dramatically across the armchair, smirking I'm just saying, the logic is flawless. You fake date someone, Astoria backs off, and the entire castle finds something else to gossip about within a week.

The fire crackled. Common room was half full—a few sixth years in the corner, Blaise pretending to read something he'd definitely already memorized. Pansy looked up slowly from filing her nails.

Pansy Parkinson

lifts an eyebrow Don't. Don't even think about it.

Theodore Nott

I'm not thinking anything.

Pansy Parkinson

You're thinking everything. I can see it in your face.

Blaise Zabini

without looking up from his book He's thinking about how Malfoy and Y/N already argue like they're married, so no one would question it.

Silence.

Draco Malfoy

finally drags his gaze from the ceiling, voice flat Zabini, I will hex your tongue to the back of your throat.

Blaise Zabini

turns a page Then Nott could stop using it.