That night, Draco dreamed of Tria.
It was their third year. Tria had gotten angry with him for insulting the Weasley family, and before he knew it, he had flying bat-like creatures all over his face. A Bat-Bogey Hex. God, she was fast. He hadn’t even seen it coming.
By the time, he had performed the counter-curse, they were long gone, and Draco was left with that cold feeling of loss that always accompanied Tria being angry at him.
The dream changed…
“So,” said Tria, probing him with those electric blue eyes of hers. “Favorite food.”
“Lobster.”
“Ick. I hate lobster.”
“How can...
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