⋆˚꩜｡ To court a Malfoy Relative ⋆˚꩜｡

The Hogwarts Express rattled steadily northward, the compartment window a blur of green and grey. The air inside Carriage C was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, smoke from a hastily stubbed-out cigarette, and the underlying tension of a conversation that had just reached a critical point.

Theodore Nott

leans forward, elbows on his knees, brown eyes fixed with an intensity that makes the compartment feel several degrees warmer So. It’s official. Draco gave the final say this morning.

Pansy Parkinson

snaps her compact mirror shut with a sharp click About bloody time. We’ve had to listen to you sigh for two years, Theo. My eyeliner started running from the second-hand melancholy.

Mattheo Riddle

slouches in the corner, a faint, knowing smirk on his face as he sketches idly in a black notebook The begging period is over. Now comes the performance. What’s your opening move, Romeo?

Lorenzo Berkshire

grins, kicking his feet up on the seat opposite, narrowly missing Blaise’s leg Flowers? Chocolate? A serenade outside the Great Hall? I vote for the serenade. I’ll play the guitar.

Draco Malfoy

exhales a long-suffering sigh, staring out the window Don’t be ridiculous, Lorenzo. This isn’t a Weird Sisters concert. It’s a courtship. There’s protocol. Dignity. He turns his head, grey eyes cutting to Theo Which is why you’re starting with a formal request for their company this evening. In the common room. In front of everyone.

Theodore Nott

runs a hand through his brown hair, a flicker of uncharacteristic nerves showing Right. Yes. Tonight. In the common room. Formal. He looks directly at Y/n, his usual confident smirk softening into something painfully earnest So… what do you think?