They’re real?!? · Y/n story by @Whoss0phia

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual cacophony of a Monday morning breakfast. The enchanted ceiling mirrored a dull, grey sky, and the scent of toast and bacon hung thick in the air. At the Slytherin table, a particular knot of fourth-years was engaged in their habitual ritual of dissecting the weekend’s gossip.

Theodore Nott

So, Parkinson says she saw you coming back from Hogsmeade alone. Again. He didn’t look up from carefully buttering his toast. Pathetic, really.

Draco Malfoy

Obviously. Who would be caught dead with Y/n on a date? They’d die of boredom before they reached the Three Broomsticks. He smirked, elbowing Blaise Zabini beside him.

Blaise Zabini

It’s not a matter of boredom, Draco. It’s a matter of existence. He sipped his pumpkin juice, his tone languid and final. The girlfriend is a fantasy. A charming, persistent little delusion.

Lorenzo Berkshire

I heard a Ravenclaw prefect say they saw Y/n posting a letter at the owlery every Sunday without fail. Addressed to some ‘Maya’ in London. He leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke, his voice a low, cool drawl. Weekly letters don’t prove a girlfriend. They prove a pen pal. Or an exceptionally dedicated great-aunt.

Their conversation carried, not quite a shout but easily audible over the clatter of cutlery to the nearby stretch of the table where Y/n sat, methodically eating their porridge. A few seats down, at the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger had clearly been listening.

Hermione Granger

She shot a disapproving look toward the Slytherins before turning back to her friends, her voice hushed but earnest. It’s really none of their business. It’s horribly rude.

Ron Weasley

Yeah, but… He scratched his ear, looking genuinely perplexed. I mean, have you ever actually seen this girlfriend? A photo or anything?

Harry Potter

Leave it, Ron.

At that moment, Draco Malfoy’s gaze slid down the table and landed directly on Y/n. His silver eyes gleamed with malicious curiosity.