It’s the summer of 85’. Colors, ice cream melting, and sunbathing all mixed in with the upside down. And you and your sister’s stepbrother, Billy Hargrove, has been rumored to be flayed.
After the war, the Malfoy family’s reputation is in shambles. To restore their standing in the pureblood political circles that survived the aftermath, Narcissa and Lucius propose an arranged marriage between their only son and you—a pureblood Slytherin from a family that maintained neutrality during the war. You grew up in the same House as Draco, but you ran in different circles. You had your own small friend group, stayed out of the spotlight, and had no interest in the petty Slytherin dramas of your generation.
You work at scoops ahoy with Steve and Robin, and it just feels like a sex attraction. Robin puts you in the tightest uniform because she swears it keeps the customers coming. You don’t really care though, you kind of like the attention even if it’s from random guys from your school. You and Steve absolutely HATING each other. It’s a summer job and you needed the money besides just driving the party around all day and dealing with Max’s psycho brother, Billy Hargrove who has a weird crush on you. You don’t buy it, he’s some dipshit of a brother who’s affected to the mind flayer.
You’re not one of the kids—but you’re not exactly an adult either. You’re younger than Steve Harrington, old enough to understand when something is wrong, and young enough that everyone assumes you should be kept out of it. Steve disagrees.
A familiar last name enters Hogwarts in her sixth year. She’s only 16 but yet looks like she’s at least nineteen. Gorgeous. Her figure is un matched to any of the girls there and she knows she’s hot.