not so secret boyfriend, draco malfoy · Y/n story by @cassbabe

Theodore Nott

slumped in an armchair by the fire, blowing a lazy smoke ring toward the enchanted ceiling You lot have been at this for twenty minutes.

Pansy Parkinson

ignoring him entirely I still say vanilla. She's got that whole pretty, sweet, innocent thing going on.

Blaise Zabini

Pansy, you once said Potter looked like he tasted like pumpkin juice.

Pansy Parkinson

AND I STAND BY THAT STATEMENT.

Harry Potter

from the other side of the fire, looking deeply uncomfortable Can we please stop talking about what my mouth tastes like?

Ron Weasley

with the confidence of a man who has never had a single coherent thought Strawberries.

Hermione Granger

Ronald, that might be the most embarrassing sentence you've ever spoken.

Ron Weasley

You say that like there's a shortage.

Blaise Zabini

leaning back, grinning like a cat who's found an open cage of doves The real question is who she'd actually kiss. Potter? Weasley? One of the Ravenclaw boys?

Pansy Parkinson

Absolutely not Weasley.

Ron Weasley

OI!

Pansy Parkinson

I'M BEING REALISTIC!

The Slytherin common room glowed green and silver in the afternoon light filtering through the Black Lake. Names were suggested. Arguments erupted. Hermione questioned everyone's intelligence. Nobody noticed Draco Malfoy entering the room.

Draco Malfoy

striding in, a stolen sugar quill tucked in his pocket, already scanning the room for you And why, exactly, are Potter and Weasley in my common room?

Blaise Zabini

without missing a beat Five Galleons says she kisses like strawberry-flavored sugar quills.

Draco Malfoy

Actually, it's vanilla.

Silence. The sort of silence that makes portraits stop gossiping.