untouchable · Y/n story by @madiaudrey

The Great Hall was a sea of green and silver, the long Slytherin table already buzzing with the low hum of returning students. The enchanted ceiling above churned with grey clouds, promising rain.

Mattheo Riddle

leaning back, boots on the bench Merlin, Draco, you called this meeting before the toast? I haven't even got my eggs.

Theodore Nott

quietly, stirring his tea Let him speak. It's clearly important.

Blaise Zabini

smirking More important than breakfast? That's a high bar.

Draco Malfoy

voice low, cutting My sister transfers here today. From Beauxbatons.

That got their attention. The chatter died as the boys exchanged glances. Even Mattheo dropped his boots to the floor.

Lorenzo Berkshire

brows furrowed Your sister? I thought you were an only child.

Draco Malfoy

jaw tight Clearly not. She's been at school in France. Now she's here. For sixth year.

Mattheo Riddle

grin spreading Well, well. A Malfoy girl. Is she fit?

Draco Malfoy

ice in his voice She is my sister. So here's how this goes—you lot stay in your lane. No comments. No jokes. No lurid speculation. You treat her with the respect you'd treat me, and that's the end of it.

Blaise Zabini

raising an eyebrow And if she's not as insufferable as you?

Draco Malfoy

narrowing eyes Then you'll be pleasantly surprised. But you'll still keep your mouth shut.

Theodore Nott

flatly What makes you think we'd be interested anyway? Malfoy women are probably just as annoying as Malfoy men.

Draco Malfoy

turning slowly to him Careful, Nott.

The doors to the Great Hall creaked open, letting in a draft of cold morning air. A tall figure in a Beauxbatons-blue travelling cloak stood silhouetted in the entrance, luggage floating behind her. For a moment, all eyes—not just the Slytherins'—turned toward the door.

Draco Malfoy

muttering under his breath Showtime.