Little Riddle’s favourite · Y/n story by @sussybacaiwu

The Malfoy family’s lake house stood imposingly at the water’s edge, all grey stone and ivy, its windows reflecting the late July sun. The air smelled of pine and cool, deep water.

Draco Malfoy

Welcome to the ancestral summer retreat. Try not to break anything. Father would have my head.

Pansy Parkinson

It’s bigger than the pictures, Draco. And so… rustic.

The group filed into the vast, wood-panelled entrance hall. Chatter and the scuffling of shoes echoed off the high ceiling.

Blaise Zabini

Riddle. You brought a… souvenir?

Mattheo Riddle

voice flat, but his grip on the girl tightened slightly This is Delilah. My sister. She’s staying with me.

Theodore Nott

raises an eyebrow All summer?

Mattheo Riddle

All summer.

Delilah peeked out again, her gaze sweeping over the group of older teenagers until it landed on you, Y/n. She stared, unblinking.

Delilah Riddle

in a whisper only Mattheo and those closest could hear Pretty.

Mattheo Riddle

a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches his lips as he glances from his sister to you See that, Delilah? Even you have good taste.