Hey Little Girl // Theodore Nott

chapter one

September first, 1996

With my trunk packed and downstairs already, myself ready for the day after a night of zero sleep, and an untouched platter of breakfast and tea set out by a house elf on my desk sitting there, I leave my room and head downstairs.

My black heals tap muffled on the red carpet of the manor house, and click down the stairs, echoing around me.

"There you are, it's time to leave now." My mother tells me sternly. I gather with my family and take my father's hand, my mother takes Pansy's, and we all apparate to Platform 9 3/4 together.

The platform is filled with witches and wizards young and old, parents bidding their children farewell for the upcoming few months, the scent of sweet September air fills my lungs as a gust of wind passes through my hair and red dress, I silently thank myself for wearing a blazer as I watch Pansy shiver slightly, her shoulders and arms exposed.

I grab my trunk and make my way to the train where I board and begin my search for an empty compartment. I'd walked down the entire train before realizing that I would not be lucky enough this time to get a compartment to myself.

"Why don't you sit with your fiance?" a sixth year hisses behind me; Daphne Greengrass.

I ignore her and keep walking passed compartments.

"Oi, Parkinson 2.0!" Someone calls from a compartment. I turn around and lock eyes with Theodore Nott, the most beautiful person to attend Hogwarts, and the only one of Pansy's friends I haven't slept with.

"Yes?" I breathe,

"Sit with us," he nods his head toward everyone he sits with; Draco Malfoy, Mattheo and Tom Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Blaise Zabini.

"There's only one spot left, doesn't my sister sit with you guys?"

"Not today, Parkinson," I shrug and enter, sitting beside Theo and sliding the door closed. Draco, who sits across from me, stares down Theodore, until finally, he speaks.

"Switch me places, Nott." he orders, Theodore shrugs and stands up to switch places with the platinum blonde boy.

As Draco sits beside me, he slides his arm over my shoulder. I feel an odd feeling in my stomach, sorta like butterflies, only not the good kind you get when you want to be touched by someone. His hand goes down from my shoulder to my left hip and pulls me closer to him. I try to subtly shrug his arm away, but he tightened it around me more.

The train ride felt long, and through the seven hours, all I could think about is the fact that I have zero choice in my future, and how much I genuinely wanted to die.

~

"So are the rumors true, Parkinson? That you're a bit out of control when it comes to sex?" A sixth year slytherin, Ethan Montague, questions me. With a drink in his hand and the green lights reflecting off his stone grey eyes, he wouldn't be a bad choice to hook up with at tonight's party.

"Depends on why you ask," I set my own drink down, staring into his eyes deeply, feeling a seducing look naturally take form over my features.

"You just look so sexy tonight, I was thinking of how lovely it would be if I could get a piece of that." 

I smile lightly and place a hand on his shoulder, trailing my fingers down to his chest, I fiddled with the top button of his dress shirt, undoing it with one hand.

"Well, this year I've upgraded to a single dorm, if you wanted to join me after downing what's in that cup, I would be more than content with that."

He grins down at me and finishes off his drink. I grab his hand and lead him through the common room, keeping a close eye on Draco ensuring he won't notice us.