As we arrive and the new first years have been sorted, we get our new timetables. I am sat on a table with my friend group of Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Berkshire and ofcourse, Theodore Nott.. all of us are going through eachothers timetables when my eyes go wide.
"shit. shit shit shit! me and theo have literally all the same classes" i think to myself and as i look up, our eyes meet.
"what are you looking at Malfoy?" he scoffs and when he sees my timetable he looks shocked.
"for fucks sake! i mean you have actually got to be joking" he sighs "they know we hate eachother so why the fuck would they put us together!?" theo groans and runs a hand through his smooth brunette hair.
"im not too happy about it either, nott. id rather be literally anywhere else" i say annoyedly as i snatch my timetable and storm off to my dorm to get ready for my first class of the day, Potions.
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burning hate
RomantikTheodore Nott and Y/N Malfoy have always been at eachothers throats, but this year something seems different...
