What He Refuses to Name.|D.M · Y/n story by @marilol2028

The Hogwarts Express sliced through the September rain, steam billowing against windows streaked with water. Outside, the Scottish highlands blurred past—patches of amber and rust bleeding into grey sky.

Mattheo Riddle

kicks his feet up on the opposite seat, a lazy grin spreading across his face Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.

Theodore Nott

Thought you might've missed the train, Rosier. Or worse—decided to take a different one.

Blaise Zabini

glances up from the magazine he's not really reading, a smirk tugging at his lips Don't be thick, Theo. She knows better than that.

The only empty seat was wedged between Mattheo and the window, a tight squeeze with three broad-shouldered boys already taking up most of the leather bench.

Pansy Parkinson

tilts her head, voice dripping with sweetness Oh, Y/n, I didn't see you there. We're a bit cramped, aren't we? shifts closer to Draco But I'm sure you'll manage.

Mattheo Riddle

pats the seat beside him C'mon, Rosie. Don't be shy. We don't bite.

Theodore Nott

under his breath Much.

Draco's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. His fingers curled against his thigh.