slouched against the compartment window, one knee up, smoke curling lazily from between his fingers. This year's going to be so boring. I can feel it in my bones.

You say that every year, and every year you end up with detention by the second day.

grinning. And a new girl on his arm by the third.

First, he takes a slow drag, exhaling toward the ceiling, I'm not that predictable. Second—his voice drops, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth,—you dare me? I'll break a record for you two.

raises a brow, sharing a look with Lorenzo. Dare you to do what exactly? Shag some random Hufflepuff and pretend it meant something?

No. Something better. He leans forward, his dark eyes lit with a mischievous fire. I bet you both I can make any girl fall in love with me. Truly, hopelessly, stupidly in love. Better than any of the girls I've done before.

Any girl? He snorts. That's bold, even for you.

I'm serious. He flicks his cigarette out the window, watching it vanish into the blur of the countryside. Give me a name. A target. Whoever you want. And by Christmas, she'll be dreaming of me.

smirks. Fine. He tilts his head, letting the silence hang. There's a girl in Gryffindor. Y/n L/n. Pretty, keeps to herself. Sweet, but not the type to be easily fooled. She's not one of your usual girls.

A slow smile spreads across his face. Y/n L/n. He rolls the name around on his tongue. I'll have her. Mark my words.

laughing. I'd pay to see that.

His grin widens. Then you can pay me when I win.