You’re all going on a summer vacation abroad in greece with the slytherins. What could possibly go wrong ? Sharing a room with draco.
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@emilyxlolThe airport was a blur of bodies, suitcases, and overpriced coffee. Everyone was shouting over each other, the click of heels on tile, the screech of trolleys, the low rumble of announcements overhead. Sweat was already beading on the back of your neck.
Pansy was arguing with the check-in lady about the weight of her suitcase. Daphne was trying to calm her down. Astoria was just watching, amused, her sunnies pushed up in her hair.
The boys were no better. Blaise was lounging against a pillar, scrolling through his phone like he had all the time in the world. Theo was crouched on the floor next to his bag, digging for something he’d forgotten. Mattheo was cracking a joke you couldn’t quite hear, but it made Loren laugh so hard he choked on his own spit.
Then there was Draco. He was standing a little apart from the group, his passport between his fingers, sunglasses perched on his head. He looked like he’d just stepped off a yacht, not like he’d been squashed into a Muggle airport with six other chaos-driven teenagers.
He caught you looking.
Draco Malfoy
smirking You packed your whole wardrobe, or did you leave some room for mine?
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you roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips I packed light. You, on the other hand…
You gestured to his trunk, which was almost comically large.
Mattheo Riddle
shouting over the noise Oi! Malfoy’s got half of Diagon Alley in there. I saw it.
Theodore Nott
still crouched Found them. holds up a pack of smokes
Lorenzo Berkshire
coughing You’d think we were going to war, not a fucking island.
Blaise Zabini
not looking up from his phone War would be less stressful than this queue.
Pansy Parkinson
marching over They said my bag is two kilos over. TWO. Like it matters. I swear to Merlin, it’s discrimination.
Daphne Greengrass
sighing Pans, I packed half my stuff in yours. That’s on me.
Pansy Parkinson
still fuming I don’t care whose fault it is, I’m not paying a fee.
They rowed for a bit, but eventually the queue moved, bags were checked, passports scanned, and through the chaos of security—Loren getting wanded because he forgot to take his belt off, Mattheo being patted down while grinning like it was a joke, Draco finding it all deeply beneath him—you made it to the gate. The flight was delayed. Of course it was. Forty minutes of sitting in plastic chairs, Theo smoking where he definitely shouldn’t, Pansy doing her makeup in a little mirror, Astoria lip-syncing to something through her headphones. And you, sitting next to Draco.
He was quiet at first. Reading something on his phone, one leg crossed over the other, all long limbs and expensive ease. Then, after a while, he’d nudged your knee with his.
Draco Malfoy
low voice You gonna fall asleep on me again? Like last year on the train?
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you would have snorted, if you weren’t too tired Maybe.
Draco Malfoy
smirking I’ll take the window seat then. You can drool on my shoulder.
Player
laughing softly You wish, Malfoy.
The plane ride was long. You did fall asleep eventually, head lolling toward his shoulder before you caught yourself. He didn’t say anything. Just shifted so you could rest better .
Now, hours later, the villa was slowly coming into view as the taxi wound up a narrow, dusty road. White stone walls. Blue shutters. Bougainvillea spilling over the gates in pink and orange bursts. The afternoon sun was hammering down, making the whole place shimmer like a mirage.
The driver killed the engine. Silence. Then—
Mattheo Riddle
kicking the door open Fuckin’ hell.
Blaise Zabini
whistling low Nice.
Pansy Parkinson
already jumping out, phone out, filming I’m posting this immediately.
Lorenzo Berkshire
stretching I’m never moving. Ever. I live here now.
You stepped out onto the gravel, the heat hitting you like a wall. The air smelled of salt, sun cream, and something floral from the garden.
Draco stood next to you, sunglasses on, a duffel slung over his shoulder.
Draco Malfoy
looking at the villa, then at you Not bad, yeah?
Inside, the villa was just as beautiful—tiled floors, open archways, big windows that let in the light. Pansy immediately claimed the master bedroom. Astoria and Daphne wandered off together. The boys were fighting over the kitchen, already raiding the fridge.
And then it was just you and Draco, standing in the hallway, the door to the last bedroom slightly ajar.
Draco Malfoy
clearing his throat, not meeting your eyes Looks like we’ve got the twin room. a pause That alright with you?