Bros the type to · Y/n story by @inouu

The Hogwarts Express

The train hummed beneath you, a familiar lullaby of wheels on tracks and distant laughter. Outside the window, the Scottish countryside blurred past in smudges of green and gray.

The compartment door was shut, but you could hear them through it—the low murmur of Slytherin voices, the occasional sharp laugh. You'd been in the corridor, saying goodbye to a friend from another house. Normal. Innocent.

Blaise Zabini

looking up from his magazine, a slow smirk spreading There she is. We were starting to think you'd gotten lost.

Pansy Parkinson

from her perch beside the window, examining her nails Or found better company.

Draco didn't say anything.

Theodore Nott

muttering to Mattheo, amused And there it is.