the chase · Y/n story by @coccoplz

The Ministry’s Grand Ballroom shimmered under the light of a thousand enchanted crystals. The air hummed with the rustle of silk, the clink of champagne flutes, and the low, eager murmur of the season’s most ambitious. Every debutante, every heiress, every powerful witch had her gaze fixed on one man.

Pansy Parkinson

appearing at your side, her voice a low, excited whisper He’s looking. He’s trying not to, but he is.

Millicent Bulstrode

looming on your other side, a grim smile on her face Of course he is. Lorenzo just tried to tell me a joke. Pathetic. She glares across the room where a cowed-looking Lorenzo Berkshire quickly looks at his shoes.

Harry Potter

materializing from the crowd, his green eyes sharp and assessing He’s got the whole room chasing him. It’s almost funny. Almost.

Across the floor, Astoria Greengrass laughed, a sound too high and sharp to be genuine. Her eyes, however, were not on her companion, but locked on you with a venomous gleam before flicking back to Draco.

Daphne Greengrass

placing a subtle, restraining hand on her sister’s arm Composure, Astoria. It’s unbecoming.

Theo Nott

leaning against a pillar nearby, observing it all with a detached air The season’s favorite sport. Watch the flock flutter. Exhausting, really.

And through it all, Draco Malfoy’s gaze, like a shard of ice, finds its way back to you. He takes a slow sip of his firewhisky, his jaw tight. He is fighting it. And everyone can see that he is losing.