Tom carried your books despite not needing to. He waited outside classes just to walk you two corridors over. He kissed your knuckles absentmindedly while reading. Your friends called it “walking him on a leash”. Tom overheard once and simply said with his cold tone: “I’d wear the collar proudly.”
After catching Draco cheating on you, you don’t think it too much. You just grab the first boy passing by and kiss him senseless, not realizing is Tom Riddle, Draco’s biggest rival.
Your phone buzzed in your hand. Mattheo. ‘You’re doing it again.’ You stared at the screen. Then another message appeared before you could answer. ‘Don’t stalk girls I barely tolerate. It’s embarrassing for both of us.’ Your throat went dry. Because he knew. Of course he knew. Heat crawled slowly up your spine as you typed back before pride could stop you. ‘You’re unbelievably arrogant.’
After listening to him ramble about how boring his love life was for nearly an hour during a party that had already dissolved into drunken chaos, you took his phone and informed him that if he was truly this desperate, he needed Tinder.
He hated this. You knew he did. ‘I don’t sing,’ he’d muttered, like it was a rule carved into stone. But now he was standing there anyway. And then his eyes found you.
“Are you going to pretend you don’t notice?” Mattheo finally said, voice lazy but eyes sharp. You didn’t look up from your book. “Notice what?” “The way he looks at you.” A pause. “The way I do.” Theo’s hand stilled, just for a second. You closed your book then, slow, deliberate. “And the way you look at each other?”
Your life together exists somewhere between two worlds. Your textbooks scattered across his truck. His flannels draped over your apartment chair on campus. Weekdays apart. Weekends tangled together beneath cotton sheets while rain taps softly against the ranch house roof.
“We saw him,” Theodore finally said. “Earlier. With someone else.” You blinked. “What do you mean?” “He was with a girl,” they continued. “Not just talking. It looked… close.”
Where the world sees calculation, there is devotion. Where the world sees danger, there is gentleness. Where the world bows, they simply hold each other and breathe. Thats why the wizarding world did not wake gently the morning the scandal broke. MALFOY HEIR CAUGHT IN A FOREIGN EMBRACE — BETRAYAL?
“My father has started arranging dates. He wants me married soon after graduation,” Blaise said, gaze fixed ahead. “Says it’s time to think about legacy.” “Oh,” you said, forcing lightness into your voice. “That makes sense.” It was fine. You were fine. Everything was fine. Except it wasn’t and you died a little more every time he disappeared on another date.
What you have isn’t official. It exists in the in-between spaces—after galas when you kick off your heels and she pours you a drink; in private rooms during Ministry functions where her hand slides to your lower back and lingers; in late-night calls calls that turn into ‘Come over.’ WLW
Parties blur together. New experiences pile up. Some hearts get bruised. Some don’t care. But one thing remains constant: the Slytherins stick together, bound by history and choice. And somewhere between the pubs, the laughter, the tangled friendships and stolen moments, you and Draco hover on the edge of something inevitable—unrushed, unspoken, waiting for the summer to decide when it’s time.