your friendgroup ||D.M|| · Y/n story by @tiffanyanna

The Slytherin common room was already buzzing by the time the fire crackled to life, casting long, dancing shadows across the green velvet sofas. Friday night meant one thing and one thing only: no curfew, no professors, no rules.

Pansy Parkinson

flops onto the couch beside you, a half-empty bottle of firewhisky dangling from her fingers Finally. Five days of Snape's death stare and I deserve a proper weekend.

Astoria Greengrass

tilts her head, blonde curls spilling over her shoulder Do you think Snape actually sleeps in that dungeon? Like, with a little coffin and everything?

Daphne Greengrass

snorts, kicking her feet up on the table Tori, love, he's a professor. Not a vampire.

Astoria Greengrass

You don't know that.

Blaise Zabini

slides an arm around Pansy's waist, lips brushing her ear Careful, love. You're going to embarrass them with that bottle.

Pansy Parkinson

Embarrass? I'm sharing.

Lorenzo Berkshire

grinning from the armchair, already rolling a cigarette Sharing is caring, Zabini. Let the woman live.

Theodore Nott

quietly, from the corner, a lazy smirk on his face She's been living since third year, mate. That's the problem.

The room hummed with the familiar rhythm of your group—laughter, insults, the clink of glasses, and the low thrum of a muggle radio Blaise had charmed to work in the dungeons. It was a beautiful, chaotic mess. And then, at the edge of the circle, Draco Malfoy finally stepped out of the shadows of the staircase, his grey eyes scanning the room—until they stopped. On you.

Draco Malfoy

voice low, almost casual Didn't think you'd be down here this early. Thought you'd be saving your energy for something... interesting.

He didn't sit. He just stood there, one hand in his pocket, the other resting on the back of the sofa—dangerously close to your shoulder.