Pining for your best friend’s enemy || Dramione AU

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual chaos of a Friday evening—plates clattering, house points being argued over, and the low hum of a hundred conversations at once.

Parvati Patil

leaning over, a knowing smile You're staring again.

Hermione Granger

I'm not staring. I'm thinking.

Parvati Patil

At the Slytherin table? follows her gaze At him?

Hermione snapped the book shut a little too loudly.

Hermione Granger

It's called reconnaissance, Parvati. Not staring.

Seamus Finnigan

snorting from across the table Reconnaissance. Right. Because that's what we call it when Ron's not looking.

Across the hall, Draco Malfoy sat with his usual sneer fixed in place, Pansy Parkinson draped on his arm, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him like stone sentinels.