HEATED RIVALRY · Y/n story by @dessa

The Hogwarts Express was a disaster of epic proportions, and I don't mean the kind of disaster that gets you a day off school. I mean the kind where a first-year just threw up on my new boots and the trolley witch ran out of chocolate frogs before we even passed the halfway mark. Tragic. Absolutely tragic.

Pansy Parkinson

If one more person walks past this door and gives me that look, I'm hexing them into next week.

Theodore Nott

blows smoke out the window What look? The 'why are you in my school' look? Because honestly, same.

Blaise Zabini

glancing at you with a lazy smirk She's been quiet. That's never a good sign.

Pansy Parkinson

She's probably thinking about a certain blonde ferret.

And there it was. The name that hung over my head like a dark cloud that also happened to be extremely attractive and 6'5". I didn't even have to say anything. Pansy just knew. She always knew.

Theodore Nott

turning from the window, a lazy grin spreading Speaking of which—I saw him board earlier. Looked like he was in a mood. More than usual.

Blaise Zabini

raising an eyebrow A mood, or a mood?

Pansy Parkinson

snorts There's a difference?

The train lurched, and I caught a glimpse through the corridor window—a flash of platinum blonde hair, broad shoulders in black, and a jaw that could cut glass. Draco Malfoy, walking past with that stupid smirk that made me want to punch him and kiss him in equal measure. The bastard didn't even look at me. Which, for the record, was worse than him looking at me.

Theodore Nott

stubbing out his cigarette You know he's going to be insufferable all term. His father's been sending him letters every day.

Blaise Zabini

leaning back, arms crossed When is he not insufferable?

Pansy Parkinson

looking at you with a knowing smirk You gonna go say hi? Or are we pretending you two don't have a thing again?