The One Rule || D.M · Y/n story by @housemalfoy

The Hogwarts Express cut through the English countryside, steam trailing behind like a ghost chasing the morning light.

Orion Peverell

stretching his long legs across the empty seat opposite you I’m telling you, we’re sitting in the wrong carriage this year.

He looked unfairly good for someone who’d woken up at five in the morning. Golden hair artfully messy, crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves, and that lazy grin that had been getting him out of trouble since before he could talk.

Draco Malfoy

leaning against the compartment door, arms crossed We sit in the same carriage every year. It’s tradition.

Orion Peverell

Tradition’s boring. We’re seventh years now. We should be making memories.

Draco Malfoy

You just want to sit closer to the trolley.

Orion Peverell

grins Two birds, one stone.

The train lurched forward. Through the window, the platform blurred—parents shrinking, siblings waving, the occasional owl hooting in protest from an overhead rack.

Orion Peverell

glancing at you, grin sharpening Don’t tell me you’re actually going to sit there the whole ride. This is our last year. We’re supposed to be reckless.

Draco Malfoy

pushing off the doorframe, voice dry Last time you said that, we ended up in Filch’s office for three hours.

Orion Peverell

And we never got caught. See? Reckless works.