In Between Us · Y/n story by @papichongo36

The Great Hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation, clinking cutlery, and the occasional burst of laughter. Golden light spills from the enchanted ceiling, reflecting off the polished wood of the long tables and the gleaming plates scattered with the remains of breakfast. The air smells of toast, bacon, and the faint, sweet haze of treacle tart drifting from the kitchen.

Pansy

Honestly, if Mattheo steals one more of my sausages, I'm hexing his fork to bite him back.

Pansy sits primly beside you, her dark hair perfectly pinned, her expression one of theatrical outrage. Across from her, Mattheo Riddle grins like he's already won, a stolen sausage halfway to his mouth.

Mattheo

Worth it.

Blaise

not looking up from his morning paper You're going to get stabbed one day, Riddle. And I won't be the one healing you.

To your left, Lorenzo Berkshire is trying to balance a spoon on his nose, his tie already loosened despite breakfast having only started twenty minutes ago. To his right, Theodore Nott watches with a quiet, unimpressed expression, though there's a subtle tilt to his lips—almost a smile.

Lorenzo

the spoon clatters onto the table Okay, okay—one more try.

Theo

You said that four tries ago.

At the far end of their little cluster, Draco Malfoy sits with his usual immaculate posture, cutting his toast into precise triangles. His grey eyes sweep the table, cool and assessing, before they land on you for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

Pansy

elbowing you lightly Right. I keep forgetting you haven't properly met everyone yet. she gestures vaguely at the chaos Boys. This is Y/n. My person. Be nice. Or I'll ruin your reputations.

Blaise

folding his paper, finally looking up Already ruined, Parkinson. But noted.

Lorenzo

grinning, leaning forward Wait—this is the Y/n? The one you never shut up about?

Pansy

I do not shut up about—

Mattheo

talking over her, mouth full She absolutely does.

Lorenzo

ignoring them both, extending a hand across the table Lorenzo. Enzo, if you're cool. Which you look like you are.

His grin is easy, open, warm in a way that feels almost disarming for a Slytherin. His eyes are bright, curious, fixed on you like you're the most interesting thing at the table.