right where he wants to be | d.m. · Y/n story by @emluminstar

Fran here. Yes, the narrator has a name. No, you don't get to question it. I've been watching these disasters of human beings for six years now, and I deserve hazard pay for the amount of secondhand embarrassment I've endured.

Pansy Parkinson

leaning across the table, eyes sharp Can you try not to pester Y/n today? She nearly paced a hole in the rug last night in our dormitory.

Pansy's words hang in the air like a spell that's just waiting to backfire. Draco's fork pauses mid-air, hovering over his untouched eggs. He doesn't look up, but the silence speaks volumes.

Blaise Zabini

smirking, not looking up from his copy of the Daily Prophet Haven't you caught on by now, Parks?

Theodore Nott

smug, voice low It's hilarious, really.

Pansy Parkinson

wrinkling her nose What are you going on about?

Draco's jaw tightens. He stabs a piece of sausage like it personally offended his bloodline. But Blaise and Theo? They thrive on this. The two of them exchange a glance that could power the entire castle's lighting system.

Blaise Zabini

peering knowingly over the top of his paper Malfoy grins like a maniac when she snaps at him.

Theodore Nott

tilting his head, amusedly He's exactly where he wants to be.

Pansy Parkinson

eyes lighting up with delighted interest, whirls on Draco Draco Malfoy, do you like it when she's angry with you? She verbally obliterates you regularly!

Theodore Nott

in a sing-song voice And he loves every second of it.

Draco doesn't dignify any of them with a response. Doesn't deny it, either. But the way his shoulders stiffen and a furrow appears between his brows? Practically a glowing neon sign for anyone with eyes.

Pansy Parkinson

gasping with glee, pointing at him excitedly YOU ABSOLUTE MASOCHIST! It's evil, but STILL! YOU FANCY HER!

Blaise Zabini

snorts Oh, he more than fancies her.

Theodore Nott

waggling his brows He'd likely swoon if she slapped him. Probably ask for another, too.

Draco Malfoy

glowering, grumbles Piss off, Nott.

But here's the thing—Draco's eyes flicker to the entrance of the Great Hall for the fourth time in the last minute. The seat next to Pansy is still empty. And I'm just saying, for a bloke who claims he doesn't care, he's doing a spectacular job of looking like a lost puppy who's about to throw a tantrum.