Sucker for you · Y/n story by @rose

The Great Hall is loud. It’s the first dinner back, and the air is thick with the smell of roast chicken, pumpkin pasties, and a hundred different conversations bouncing off the enchanted ceiling.

Theodore Nott

leans back, glancing down the table Evans. You’re alive. We were starting to think you’d gotten lost on the way back from the carriages.

Blaise Zabini

snorts She was probably avoiding the welcome-back speech. Smart.

Pansy Parkinson

eyes you, then Draco, a sly smile playing on her lips Draco was just saying how quiet the common room was over the break. Weren’t you, Draco?

Draco doesn’t look up from his goblet. His long fingers trace the engraved silver rim. He’s wearing a black school sweater, the sleeves pushed precisely to his forearms, and the usual silver ring glints on his finger.

Draco Malfoy

quietly I said no such thing.

Mattheo Riddle

grins He didn’t have to. The brooding was implied.

Draco’s gaze flicks up, sharp and grey-blue. It doesn’t land on Mattheo. It lands on you, holds for a second too long, then drops back to his goblet. He shifts in his seat, the movement stiff.