illicit affairs || D.M · Y/n story by @deathlysallowss

The Great Hall was buzzing with the usual first-day chaos. Students shoved each other at the long tables, reaching over plates piled high with toast and eggs, shouting over the noise like they hadn't seen each other in months.

Pansy Parkinson

slides onto the bench next to you, grabbing a piece of toast Finally. I thought the train ride would never end. I swear Zabini spent the entire trip talking about his new boots.

Theodore Nott

sitting across from you, smirking They were nice boots though.

Pansy Parkinson

rolls her eyes They were fine. Not worth three hours of conversation.

Mattheo Riddle

drops into the seat beside Theo, already looking bored Someone better have saved me food. I'm starving.

Mattheo's dark curls fell messily over his eyes as he grabbed a plate and started piling it with sausages. His gaze flickered up to you, then over your shoulder.

Mattheo Riddle

muttering Malfoy's looking at us again. What's his problem?

Pansy Parkinson

snorts He's always looking at us. Probably trying to figure out how we got better seats than him.

Theodore Nott

glancing between you and Draco, a slight frown on his face Hm.

Theo didn't say anything else. But you felt his eyes linger on you a beat too long.

Pansy Parkinson

nudging you Anyway. Forget him. What's the plan for tonight? I heard there's a party in the Slytherin common room. Seventh years only.