RIVALS | [ d.m ]

Chapter 2

Chapter Notes:
hi ya'll! I just wanted to say that this storyline will not match up with the real movies in some aspects, but mostly everything is similar. Enjoy <3

Bite
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I barely ate at breakfast, feeling my nerves get the best of me. My stomach churned and twisted as I walked down the halls, next to Ember and Bexley, on our way to History of Magic.

As we walked into the class, Ember talking about how she would let Snape rai—

I'm not finishing that sentence.

Who even was Snape anyways?

We took our seats towards the back of the class.

I noticed that this class was mixed in with other houses, but only people who shared the same one sat together.

Huh.

I began to take out my books as I heard Ember speak once again.

"Bex, why in the bloody hell do you have five quills?"

"I want to be prepared," the blonde murmured, flipping open her book.

"For the noble war?"

"Freya," Bex ignored her, turning her head towards me. "I forgot to warn you about the Trio of Slytherin."

I furrowed my brows. "What?"

"No one actually calls them that," Em rolled her eyes, picking at her nail beds.

"Yes they do," Bex snapped.

"Anyways, it's made up of three guys. The hottest—"

"And most vile." Em added.

"Yes, that too. The hottest and most vile boys in our house. And no matter what, stay away from them. They think of girls as games and have no respect for anyone unless you're filthy rich like them." She informed me, her eyes wide.

"Who are they?" I narrowed my eyes.

Em smacked my arm, gesturing to the three boys who just walked in.

It was them.

Blaise, the boy with the neck tattoo in the middle, and...Malfoy.

I felt chills run down my spine as if they were in slow motion, a bunch of girls' heads turning as they gushed over their looks.

"The one on the left is Blaise Zabini, but I call him the left nut." Em smirked. "I like to envision them as a ball sack with three—"

Bex groaned, cutting her off.

"Zabini isn't that bad in my opinion. He can say shitty things but he doesn't take it too far. His dad left when he was young, and it's rumored his mom was a...lady of the night. That's why his vision of girls is so derogatory."

"Fucking wanker."

"Moving on," Bex ignored Ember's comment, gesturing to the one with the snake tattoo in the middle.