Lesbian · Y/n story by @matilda099

The Slytherin common room was warm, almost stifling, the green-tinted lamp light casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. A fire crackled low in the grate, and the usual hum of conversation died the moment the heavy door swung shut behind you.

Daphne Greengrass

looks up from the armchair, a faint smile playing on her lips There you are. We were starting to think you'd fallen into the Black Lake.

Astoria Greengrass

shifts on the cushion beside her sister, tucking her legs beneath her Or gotten lost in the library again. Honestly, you're worse than Theo.

Theodore Nott

doesn't look up from the book in his lap I resent that comparison.

Pansy Parkinson

flicks her hair over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes at you You're late. Draco's been insufferable about it.

Draco Malfoy

sprawled across the far end of the sofa, an arm draped over the back I have not been insufferable. I've been perfectly patient.

Blaise Zabini

Patient is a strong word, Draco.

Lorenzo Berkshire

grins, nudging Mattheo with an elbow He checked the door every thirty seconds.

Mattheo Riddle

smirks, dark eyes glinting with amusement More like every ten.

Draco Malfoy

rolls his eyes Shut it, all of you.

The group had arranged themselves in their usual formation—a loose crescent of mismatched seating facing the fire. And yet, there was something different in the air. A certain weight. Pansy exchanged a glance with Daphne, and Astoria bit her lip.

Pansy Parkinson

leans forward, resting her chin on her hand So. We've been talking.

Theodore Nott

closes his book with a soft thud That's never a good sign.

Blaise Zabini

ignores him, eyes fixed on you And we have questions.