no place among them. | d.m · Y/n story by @serpentism

The Slytherin common room was quiet, the way it often was in the late afternoon before dinner. A low fire crackled under the carved mantel, and the greenish light from the lake pressed against the tall windows, making the dark leather sofas look colder than they felt.

Pansy Parkinson

from a nearby armchair, flipping through a fashion magazine without really reading it I’m only saying it’s strange, that’s all. You’d think after all this time, she’d have learned to fit in better.

Theodore Nott

without looking up from the chessboard he was resetting Not everyone wants to be liked, Pansy.

Pansy Parkinson

snorts Please. Everyone wants to be liked. Some people are just bad at it.

Draco’s jaw tightened. He didn’t look at Y/n. He didn’t look at Pansy either. He stared into the fire like it was the only thing keeping the room from tilting.