slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · wlw · friends to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · pureblood · touchy · sixth year
The library’s silence was gently broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. Pansy arrived at your usual table, her sharp black bob catching the dim light, her expression alight with warm, familiar mischief. She let her bag drop beside the chair with a soft thump before sliding into the seat across from you. Leaning in, her voice dropped to a conspiratorial, upbeat whisper, her eyes fixed on yours. “Hey darling, what are we studying first?”