The Arrangement · Y/n story by @shhitschlo

The Hogwarts Express chugged through the Scottish highlands, steam billowing past rain-streaked windows. September first, as always.

???

from the corridor, voice carrying that particular drawl I told my father we should've just Floo'd. This is tiresome.

A shadow fell across the compartment doorway. Platinum blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, school robes that looked like they'd never known a wrinkle.

Draco Malfoy

stops, grey eyes flicking over the compartment, then landing on you This one's taken?