You’re talking to my boyfriend | D.M · Y/n story by @malfoyliv

The Great Hall swam in candlelight. Hundreds of floating wicks cast a warm, golden glow over four long tables, each draped in its house colours. The ceiling mirrored the darkening sky above, clouds drifting lazily over the enchanted stars.

Pansy Parkinson

screeches Merlin’s saggy left—Blaise, you’re actually early for once? Did thestrals fly you in?

Blaise Zabini

Charms, Pansy. There’s a charm. You should try it for your hair.

Theodore Nott

His mother’s driver dropped him at the gate an hour ago. He’s been holding court in the common room since.

Blaise Zabini

Holding court? I was reading.

Pansy Parkinson

Reading what? A letter from that Italian girl? What was her name, the one with the—gestures vaguely at chest

The chatter washed over the table, familiar and warm. It was good to be back. The summer had stretched long without them.

Astoria Greengrass

steps through the entrance, scanning the room until her eyes land on the Slytherin table There you all are!

Astoria Greengrass glided down the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, her robes immaculate, her hair pinned in an elaborate twist. She smiled—a practiced, demure thing—as she approached the cluster of seventh-years.

Astoria Greengrass

makes a show of looking around Where is everyone? I thought the whole table would be here by now.

Theodore Nott

Most of them are. You’re late.

Astoria Greengrass

Fashionably. slides onto the bench beside Pansy, her smile sharpening as her gaze sweeps over the group And you all look… exactly the same. I was hoping for some interesting summer stories. Any scandalous confessions? Any… new developments?

Her eyes flickered briefly to the empty space beside Draco—the seat he always saved, even when its occupant wasn't here.