"You're not my type." I groaned and sat down.
"Oh, oh no baby." He chuckled, wiping his mouth, "I'm not. But I still had you screaming my name last night."
"You're not my type." I groaned and sat down.
"Oh, oh no baby." He chuckled, wiping his mouth, "I'm not. But I still had you screaming my name last night."
A text story set place in the golden trio era!
You are the it girl of Slytherin, the glue holding your deranged friend group together, the girl no one wants on their bad side, and everyone wants...