Oh hunny.. he’s over you.. || D.M · Y/n story by @Yuricats

The fire crackled low in the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows across the emerald and silver furniture. The familiar scent of damp stone and old leather hung in the air, unchanged from your years here.

Pansy Parkinson

from across the sofa, not looking up from her own screen Did you see the gc?

Theodore Nott

lounging in the armchair nearest the fire, cigarette balanced between two fingers When isn't she?

Lorenzo Berkshire

leaning against the mantelpiece, flipping a galleon across his knuckles Read it out, Parkinson. Some of us are busy.

Pansy Parkinson

snorts Busy brooding, maybe.

She cleared her throat dramatically, angling her phone toward the firelight.

Pansy Parkinson

Astoria Greengrass says... squints "Vibrant." Then "Passionate." Then... pauses, a smirk curling her lips "Draco Malfoy."

Theodore Nott

lets out a low whistle Bold.

Lorenzo Berkshire

the coin stops mid-flip Took her long enough.

Across the room, a shadow shifted. Draco Malfoy was seated apart from the group, one ankle crossed over the other, a book open on his knee. He hadn't looked up.

Pansy Parkinson

waggles her phone Well? Care to respond, Malfoy? Or should I speak for you?

He turned a page, deliberate.