pretty ✷ draco malfoy
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Y/N LICKED HER FINGER and she turned the page of the textbook that sat in her lap. She let out a tired sigh and she leaned back against the button-tufted cushion of the sofa that sat in front of the fireplace, letting her eyes scan the text lazily. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini sat comfortably on the left of her, their feet kicked up onto the coffee table as they read through the pages of Blaise’s own book, while Pansy Parkinson was settled in on her right, peeking over Y/N’s shoulder into hers. The four of them had been studying for hours, which was quite unlike them, but they all had a big Charms test coming up. They were the last Slytherins in the common room now, though, as everyone else had trotted off to bed long ago.
Pansy was the first to break the silence that had settled amongst the group about a half hour before, pulling her elbow off of the back of the couch and getting to her feet. “As fun as it’s been studying with you lot, I’m exhausted,” she told them, letting out a yawn that seemed much too dramatic. Y/N shot her a look, but it seemed to go unnoticed. “Quidditch practice was particularly tiring today,” she added and she nodded her head in farewell at the boys, who gave her small waves. As Pansy finally turned to leave, her eyes locked with Y/N’s and she flashed her a wink.
Y/N’s lip curled upwards in confusion as her friend walked away, leaving her wondering what the hell all that was about. She turned to look at Blaise, who was already furrowing his brows at her, and she shrugged. “I didn’t think practice was that bad today,” she offered and he tilted his head in an ’oh, well’ sort of way, before returning his attention back to his book.
