In Between Us · Y/n story by @papichongo36

The Slytherin common room was a study in low light and green-tinged shadows. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering light across the dark leather sofas and the faces of the students scattered around them. The air smelled of old books, expensive cologne, and the faint, damp stone scent of the lake outside the windows.

Pansy Parkinson

And I’m telling you, Draco, if you wear that hideous cologne to Slughorn’s party, I will personally vanish it off you. It smells like your grandfather’s funeral.

Draco Malfoy

not looking up from his Potions text It’s a classic. Unlike your taste in… well, anything.

Pansy Parkinson

Rude. And irrelevant. Now, where is she? I told her to meet us here.

Across the room, leaning against the mantelpiece with a practiced sort of ease, Theo Nott watched the door. His tie was loose, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the glint of a silver ring on his finger. Next to him, Mattheo Riddle was slouched in an armchair, one boot propped on the coffee table, idly spinning a Galleon across his knuckles.

Theodore Nott

She’s late.

Mattheo Riddle

snorts She’s five minutes late, Theo. Breathe.

Theodore Nott

I am breathing. I’m just stating a fact. Punctuality is a virtue.

Mattheo Riddle

Since when?

Blaise Zabini

from a nearby armchair, not looking up from his copy of The Daily Prophet Since he decided he was interested.

Theo shot Blaise a look that was all sharp edges, but Blaise just turned a page, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Lorenzo Berkshire, silent and observant in a high-backed chair by the window, watched the exchange, his steel-blue eyes missing nothing.

Pansy Parkinson

clapping her hands together Ah! There she is!

The common room door swung open.