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“Bloody hell, maybe he breathed in more of that Draught of Living Death than we’d thought,” Pansy Parkinson said, sitting on the sofa across from you and Draco.

“That would be entirely Enzo’s fault, then,” Blaise said, earning him a disbelieving glare from the boy.

Theo laughed heartily. “To be fair, your potion did explode all over his hair.” He reached towards the sleeping-boy’s soaked curls — which Mattheo had just washed to rid of its bitter smell of Wormwood — running his hands over the sopping mess teasingly.

“Oh!” you suddenly exclaimed, tapping Draco on the shoulder avidly. “I’ve just remembered what I was meaning to tell you in Potions earlier,” you said, a grin spreading across your face.

You had meant to tell Draco during your partnership in Potions about a piece of gossip you had overheard from some of the Ravenclaws in your year, which had inevitably spread through each house. Yet, Snape had sternly swept into the room, conversations falling silent.

Draco turned to you, his silver eyes softening as he took in your keen expression.

“Basically, Ron Weasley was eyeing that Veela girl from Beauxbatons, right? Well—,” your animated voice carried through the Common Room; Enzo Berkshire leaned closer towards you, eager to hear your recollection of the newest gossip spreading through the school like wildfire; Pansy Parkinson smirked, already knowing the details.

Draco’s eyes trailed over your parted lips as you spoke. As you softly smiled through your words, he caught a glimpse of the white of your teeth, drawing his gaze to the soft shape of your lips that encircled your speech. Your lips were glossy, he realized, a sheen of sparkle coating the rosy heart-shaped skin.

“—I mean, that’s what Daphne said, anyway,” you finished. “What do you think?” you turned to Draco expectantly, your whole body shifting closer as you faced him.

“Hm?” he hummed out.

“What do you think?” you repeated, eyes narrowed on him.

Draco stared at you for a moment, blinking. “Have you done something different with your makeup?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked, caught off-guard.

You could hear Theo’s small chuckle from where he lingered across the room near a bookshelf, cigarette held between his teeth. “Nice save, mate,” he said bleakly.

Draco ignored him, staring at you expectantly.

“Oh,” you flustered. “Well, Pansy and I went to Madam Primpernelle’s in Diagon Alley when we went to pick up our textbooks a few weeks ago.”

“All of the girls have been raving over a new lipgloss they’re testing out — apparently it has notes of asphodel,” Pansy said. “I’ve been wearing it for weeks, but I see that you’ve failed to notice,” she teased, observing the two of you.

Draco looked at you, his eyes catching on your lips once more. “Well,” he coughed, “it looks nice.”

It was as if the whole Common Room had suddenly quieted, the four Slytherins who were still awake watching the two of you, breaths held.

You stared at him, your cheeks turning a shade of pink that matched your lips.

The sudden loud, breathy rattle of Mattheo’s deep snore caused all of you to startle; Enzo looked as if he’d narrowly fallen off the sofa, while Blaise pinched the bridge of his nose with a ring-clad hand, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Unbelievable,” Pansy muttered under her breath, as Theo rasped what sounded an awful lot like “cock-blocker,” masked by a ring of smoke.

Draco sat motionless, continuing to stare straight at you — or rather, at your lips.

You blushed under his gaze. “Well,” you cleared your throat, “it’s getting late now.” You stood up from the sofa, reaching for Pansy’s arm as you dragged her towards the girls dormitories.

You shot a furtive “good-night” to the five boys; Mattheo grunted in response, while Theo kissed your cheek with a chivalrous, “Sogni d’oro, bella.”

Theo turned to Draco, as the latter sat behind on the sofa, watching you and Pansy head towards the dormitories.

“Next time, amico,” he said, clapping a hand on the silver-haired boy’s shoulder.

Draco bit down on his lip, the image of your glossed-lips still burning in his head like Fiendfyre.

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