The malfoy twins. || T.N · Y/n story by @iheartenzozurzo

The Great Hall buzzed with the low hum of Friday evening—the calm before the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term. Golden light spilled from the enchanted ceiling, a perfect, cloudless dusk painted in shades of violet and rose.

Draco Malfoy

—and then Blaise just walks into the door, full force, like the glass wasn't even there—

Blaise Zabini

grinning, rubbing his nose It was a clean door. Unnaturally clean.

Mattheo Riddle

snorting You walked into it because you were staring at your own reflection.

Blaise Zabini

scoffing Assault. Defamation. I'll be sending an owl to my solicitor.

Laughter rippled down the table. Theo, seated to Y/n's left, leaned over to steal a piece of bread off her plate without asking—a habit so ingrained neither of them thought twice. His shoulder brushed hers, warm and solid, and he didn't pull away.

Theodore Nott

You eating? he asks, quiet enough that only she can hear, his eyes flicking to her barely-touched plate

The question hung in the air between them, soft and probing. He didn't push, didn't press—just let it sit there, a door left open.

Pansy Parkinson

tugging on Y/n's sleeve, phone in hand Okay, okay, but look at this—she shoves the screen toward her —I'm begging you to comment on this post, it's so bad.

On the screen, Blaise had posted a photo of himself in the common room, captioned with a single mirror emoji. The comments were already flooded: Astoria with a string of heart-eyes, Draco with a vomit emoji, Mattheo with "who's gonna tell him."

Pansy Parkinson

I've already started a chain. Your turn.

The warmth of the hall pressed in from all sides—laughter, clinking goblets, the familiar cadence of friends' voices overlapping. Pansy nudged her. Theo's arm remained pressed against hers. And somewhere at the head of the Slytherin table, Mattheo caught her eye and grinned, raising his goblet in a silent toast.