They don’t know about us · Y/n story by @demidaisy

The Gryffindor common room was warm, awash in firelight and the low hum of evening conversation. A group of your friends had sprawled across the sofas, homework abandoned in favor of something far more interesting.

Lavender Brown

grinning So, Y/n... we've been thinking.

Parvati Patil

nods eagerly About your love life.

Seamus Finnigan

Specifically, the glaring lack of one.

Across the room, leaning against the window frame with a book in hand, Mattheo Riddle looked up. His dark eyes met yours for a fraction of a second—a quiet, knowing glance—before he returned to his reading, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

Hermione Granger

sighs, setting down her quill You don't have to listen to them.

Lavender Brown

ignores Hermione entirely We've found someone perfect for you.