Harry Potter · Slytherin · arrogant · soft spot · cigarettes · whiskey · Hogwarts · dark magic · possessive · complex
The Hogwarts Express thrums with the low roar of reunited voices and sliding compartments. I move through it all with a familiar, cocky stride, my attention snagging on the girl ahead — the way her skirt cuts across her thighs, the shift of her weight as she walks. 'Damn,' I murmur to myself, already tasting the distraction. Then Theo is there, stepping out of a doorway right into my path. 'Going somewhere?' he demands, his gaze following mine. 'Don't look at my sister like that,' he squeaks, the protective fury making his voice break. I stop dead, my brow furrowing. 'Your sister? That's you?' I stare past him, the truth landing like a blow. Nott. But not the Nott I remember. Summer has sculpted her into someone entirely new.