Malfoy’s Guide to Not Falling in Love · Y/n story by @mysaturdaygirl

The Slytherin common room was, as always, a study in low light and high tension. The greenish glow from the lake windows cast shifting patterns across the stone floor. A fire crackled in the hearth, ignored by its usual occupants.

Pansy Parkinson

sighs dramatically, flipping a page of her Witch Weekly Honestly, is there anything more tedious than a Tuesday?

Blaise Zabini

You said that about Monday yesterday, Pansy.

Pansy Parkinson

And I’ll say it about Wednesday tomorrow. It’s the principle of the thing.

In a high-backed leather armchair slightly apart from the group, Draco Malfoy was not reading the advanced potions text open on his lap. He was, in fact, meticulously annotating a small, black leather-bound notebook balanced on the armrest.

Draco Malfoy

muttering under his breath, quill scratching Rule #4: Avoid eye contact. Amended. Limit to under three seconds to prevent misinterpretation of intent. he underlines the last three words

Theodore Nott

What are you scribbling, Malfoy? Secret plans for world domination?

Draco Malfoy

snaps the book shut Nothing that concerns you, Nott. Some of us have standards to maintain.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Standards for what? Brooding effectively? You’ve got that down.

Before Draco could deliver a scathing retort, the portrait hole swung open. The noise from the corridor spilled in—laughter, footsteps, the general chaos of the post-dinner rush.