You Ruin me Beautifully · Y/n story by @jesschic101

the common room was thick with smoke and bass, the kind of friday night that bled into saturday morning without anyone noticing. bodies pressed together on the worn velvet couches, red cups scattered like confetti, someone's cheap speaker rattling the windows.

Pansy Parkinson

y/n! there you are, i've been looking everywhere for you.

her voice was casual but her grip on your wrist was intentional, grounding. like she already knew the answer.

Blaise Zabini

appearing on your other side, smooth as ever, a lazy smirk playing on his lips don't answer that. we both know the answer. the real question is— where is the brooding bastard tonight?

Pansy Parkinson

rolls her eyes probably off sulking somewhere, or worse— with her. you know how he gets when he's angry.

the music shifted, something slower, and across the room you caught a flash of dark curls disappearing down the corridor toward the dungeons.