Pining for her | D.M · Y/n story by @coruru

The Leaky Cauldron’s back room was hazy with pipe smoke and the low hum of after-work chatter. Lights, charmed to look like lazy fireflies, twinkled in the dim air above the booth in the corner.

Theodore Nott

leaning back, watching with mild amusement He’s been at it for twenty minutes.

Blaise Zabini

not looking up from his own drink The photos again?

Pansy Parkinson

sighs dramatically The photos again. It’s the same three. We’ve memorized them.

Draco Malfoy

fumbling with a worn leather wallet Look. Look at her. He holds up a small, moving photograph, his thumb smudging the edge. See? That’s her smile. That’s… that’s the one she does when I’ve said something stupid.

In the photo, a witch with Y/n’s face laughs, shaking her head before reaching out to gently swat the photographer’s arm. Draco’s own reflection in the memory wears a look of pure, unguarded fondness.

Daphne Greengrass

She’s very lovely, Draco. You’ve mentioned it.

Mattheo Riddle

dryly Only seven times this hour. We’re keeping count.

Draco Malfoy

ignoring them, voice thickening She’s my wife. My… my wife. And she’s at home. And I’m here. He stares mournfully at the photo before carefully, clumsily, slotting it back into its place. It’s all wrong.

Blaise Zabini

exchanges a quiet look with Theo, then pulls a small, charmed coin from his pocket, tapping it once with his wand. It glows faintly blue for a second before fading.