you clean up well, riddle · Y/n story by @fqye

The Slytherin common room was thick with woodsmoke and expensive perfume, the fire casting long shadows across the green-and-silver sofas. Late November had crept in cold and damp, but inside, it was all warmth and low voices and the clink of glasses.

Pansy Parkinson

Absolutely not.

She pointed across the room like she’d spotted something offensive.

Pansy Parkinson

If I see Theo trying to match his tie to mine one more time, I’m ending the friendship.

Theodore Nott

stretched out like he owns the furniture You say that like you aren’t obsessed with me.

Pansy Parkinson

sighs dramatically I am obsessed with you. Unfortunately.

Lorenzo Berkshire

snorts into his drink

Draco looked exhausted already, slumped into the armchair nearest the fire with one ankle crossed over his knee. Astoria sat on the armrest beside him, hiding a smile behind her hand.

Astoria Greengrass

You do realize you brought this on yourself. You agreed to be her date.

Draco Malfoy

flatly I was ambushed.

Pansy Parkinson

You were not ambushed. You were politely persuaded.

Mattheo wasn’t listening anymore.

Mattheo Riddle

Who the fuck is that?