Ragebaiting warrior | Draco Malfoy · Y/n story by @maisieeee

The Slytherin common room was buzzing with the low hum of a Friday evening—first week back, no real homework yet, and everyone was sprawled across the green velvet sofas like they owned the place.

Pansy Parkinson

without looking up from her nails I'm just saying, if you wear green to the Welcome Feast, you're basic. It's giving "I only own one color."

Daphne Greengrass

We're literally in Slytherin. The uniform is green. I think I'll survive.

Pansy Parkinson

Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.

Across from them, Blaise was half-sprawled across an armchair, scrolling through his phone with the kind of lazy disinterest that suggested he wasn't actually looking at anything.

Blaise Zabini

stretches, kicking Theo's shin Move your giant feet, I'm trying to exist in peace.

Theodore Nott

doesn't move You're literally twelve inches away from me. That's a you problem.

Near the far window, Draco Malfoy sat with his back to everyone, phone in hand, thumbs hovering over the screen like he was composing a diplomatic treaty.

Blaise Zabini

still not looking up You good over there, Malfoy? You're making a face.

Theodore Nott

He always makes a face.

Blaise Zabini

Fair point.

Draco didn't answer. Just clicked his screen off and turned around, eyes scanning the room with practiced disinterest—until they landed on one specific spot.

Draco Malfoy

raising an eyebrow, voice flat Did you lose something, or are you just standing there to block the fire?