WU

You and Draco Malfoy have rules. No dates. No jealousy. No feelings. Just two friends who occasionally end up in each other’s beds and pretend it means nothing by morning. The problem? Draco only seems to want you after midnight—drunk, high, jealous, or lonely enough to forget he isn’t supposed to care. y/n always answers. Until she doesn’t. Now she’s playing by his rules, Draco’s losing his fucking mind, and their casual arrangement is starting to look a lot like something neither of them is willing to admit. After all, they’re not together. So why does Draco Malfoy care who y/n goes home with?