the boy is mine • t.n. · Y/n story by @marinaras

The Hogwarts Express hummed beneath you, the rhythmic clatter of wheels against tracks filling the carriage. Outside the window, the Scottish countryside blurred past in streaks of green and gray, the late August sun casting long shadows across the compartment's worn seats.

Theodore Nott

slides the door open, leaning against the frame Told you I'd find you.

He was exactly as you remembered—tall, dark-haired, effortlessly put together in a simple black jumper that somehow looked expensive. His hazel eyes found yours immediately, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Theodore Nott

steps inside, letting the door slide shut behind him Mattheo's already started a betting pool on how long it takes Draco to lose his mind over the seating arrangements. I figured I'd rather be here than witness the fallout.