The Purest Kind of Magic

- seventeen -

We got on the train and sat in the same compartment, we had a fun conversation about random things before Theo and Blaise fell asleep after getting tired out by adrenaline. It was just me and Draco awake now. I met his grey eyes, who were just looking coldly back at me.

Then he suddenly broke into a smirk, "Remember what happened on this train last time we were awake together?" He sat directly across from me, which made it easier for him to stare at me.

I felt my face getting hot and looked away quickly, "Don't remind me."

He laughed, "Yeah, your own boyfriend can try and warm you up next time." He looked away as soon as he said the word "boyfriend."

I tilted my head, "You know, I've been wanting to ask... Are you jealous?"

His eyes shot back at me, "No, why would I? Over you? Don't be ridiculous."

"Yeah.. sure. You do always sound kind of offended whenever you talk about Theo," I made sure the other two were still asleep before continuing, "You do like me, don't you? You still do?"

He scoffed, "As if I'd fall for a Potter. I'd rather date Parkinson than you."

--

"Pleased to meet you, Y/n Potter. I'm Tiberius Nott," Theo's father said as we shook hands. Theo stood awkwardly next to him.

Theo and his father had extremely resembling traits, the dark, curly hair and blue-grey eyes. The only difference was probably hairstyle, Theo has a stylish side part while Tiberius had the Snape style hair, but non-crusty version.

"Nice to meet you too," I responded, slightly smiling. Why is it suddenly cold here?

"Long time no see, Draco, Blaise. How are your parents?" Tiberius asked casually, nodding at each of them as he recited their names. I stood slightly behind Draco, who had his hands behind his back.

He was playing with the ring he always wore on his index finger, while he always did so, this time he did it way faster. It was almost as if he was scared to talk to this man.

"They're well, sir," Blaise answered, unbothered.

"My parents are well too," Draco replied while looking down.

"That's terrific, now shall we go?" The man gave us a smile, but it wasn't exactly the warm, welcoming smile Theo always had. That smile sent chills down my spine.

--

"Here's the Nott Estate, it's really big, but once you're inside it shouldn't be so hard to know your way," Theo introduced to us, "Actually, let me just take you guys to some of the guest rooms and you guys can pick."

We hurried inside, wanting to be away from Theo's father as soon as possible. I have a weird feeling about him, but I know that he wouldn't hurt me or anyone else.

"Sorry, my father is... Nevermind, I'll explain another day," Theo said while letting out a big sigh.

Draco looked around us before talking, "Don't you think she deserves to know? That could be her father-in-law in the fucking future. Do you think you can hide it for that long?" He was barely whispering.

Theo didn't even look at him and just kept walking, "I'm not going to hide it, okay? Now is just not the right time to tell her."

"Tell me what?" Both of their heads snapped back at me.

"Shit." Draco muttered, "Forgot you were right there."

"Don't worry about it," Theo said, giving me a small smile, "I'll tell you when the time comes."

"It's something bad, is it?" I asked again.

"Just let it go, Y/n," Blaise spoke for the first time in a while, "I'm sure Theo would tell you. Hell, maybe Draco would tell you before he does."

Draco elbowed Blaise and gave him a glare before looking at me again, "It probably won't affect you personally, it's just hard for us to tell you since it's... sensitive information?"

"Alright then."

All the guest rooms looked identical, I just chose a random one and called it a day. Blaise and Draco chose the two rooms next to mine and Theo took us to his room.

There was hardly any difference between his room and the guest rooms. The only thing he had that the guest rooms didn't was a picture of him as a child and who I assumed to be his mother on the dark wood nightstand.

He noticed me looking at it and picked it up, wiping off any dust with his robes, "This is my mother and I when I was around 4. I don't remember much of her myself, but this photo makes me happy." He put it down on his nightstand again.

The woman was seemingly smiling at me, it was the warm, welcoming smile Theo always wore. I couldn't help but smile back. The little 4-year-old Theo was in her arms, smiling the same warm smile.

"My family don't even have casual pictures," Draco scoffed at the thought.

"Mine too," Blaise muttered.