The Purest Kind of Magic

- thirteen -

Regardless, I still went after Nott. Well, tried to. I didn't know where he went so I searched the whole school for him. If Blaise won't tell me, maybe he will. I eventually found him at the top of the astronomy tower, sitting by himself with a cold look on his face as he watched the sky slowly dim.

"Hey," I said gently as I sat down next to him. His face turned to my direction and gave me a small smile.

"Sorry," He muttered, probably referring to earlier when he just left.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked him. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. "Is it because you and Blaise like the same person? And you didn't know how to feel about it so you walked away?"

He didn't answer me and looked away. So I started speaking again, "Hey, come on, at least tell me who this mystery girl is, I won't tell, I promise."

For the first time, Nott smirked. I've never seen him smirk before, it was only smiles. "Oh yeah? You wanna know? Sure," He pressed his lips on mine, still smirking while doing so. I was too shocked to do anything, so no, I didn't kiss him back.

He pulled away and continued looking at me, "Now you know. Pinky promise you won't tell." He held out his pinky and smiled innocently as if he didn't just steal my first kiss.

He huffed amusedly after I didn't respond at all and put down his pinky. "Don't tell me that was your first," He said as he observed how shocked I was. He took my silence as a "yes" and pulled me up from sitting.

"Let's go."

And I listened.

--

On our way back to the common room, we bumped into Malfoy. That was the first time I spoke after what just happened.

"Malfoy!" I caught his attention almost immediately.

"Y/n." Malfoy said in a stern voice while his eyes trailed to Nott, who was beside me.

"Where have you been? It's been ages since I've had a proper conversation with you." I caught a glance at Nott, who was slightly disappointed. But I shook it off, maybe he's just regretting the way he confessed to me.

Malfoy slightly smirked, "You do like me, don't you? Anyways, I have... family emergencies to tend to, I'll be back." And he walked away again. I watched him walk away, getting further and further from me until I can't see him anymore.

I felt Nott nudging me on the side, I turned to face him. "You like Malfoy, yeah?" He asked, looking a bit down.

"No," I said almost immediately, "Why does everyone think that?"

Nott's face brightened up, probably delighted to hear that I don't like someone else. "Then let's try it out, hm?" He held both of my hands and looked into my eyes with his. His eyes were full of eagerness and hope. "And even if it doesn't work out in the end, we'll still be friends, 'kay?" He spoke again.

With that, I couldn't just reject him. He's a sweet guy, I'd hate to break his heart, especially in this way. "Okay, yeah, let's try it out," I answered him, giving him a slight smile. I'm not exactly lying to him or myself, the fact that I didn't find him always around me annoying has got to mean something, right?

--

Blaise wasn't so happy about how that progressed, but Nott- well I guess since he's my boyfriend now I'll call him Theo. But Theo has been trying to get our little trio thing back together. But I felt guilty, and never once spoken to him, we've only exchanged looks.

Theo is overally a great guy, I have to admit, he makes sure I'm fine with whatever he wants us to do together before doing it. When I'm not feeling exactly pleasant, he'd always try and make things better, which usually always works.

It's been a week or two since this has started, me dating Theo, Theo trying to repair his and Blaise's friendship, Malfoy gone again, all that. I didn't expect Malfoy to take so long though, it's been at least a month since this has started. What could he possibly be doing?

"Thinking about something?" A voice behind me interrupted my thoughts.

I turned around and stood up, "Malfoy. You're back?" I was slightly shocked.

He tilted his head, "What, you don't want me to? Now that you're dating Nott?" He didn't sound angry. Actually I don't know what feeling he's trying to emit. Is he upset? Is he jealous? I couldn't figure it out.

"I... We're just..." I couldn't continue talking. Why do I feel guilty?

Malfoy huffed and went to his room, leaving me standing there like an idiot.

What am I doing?