The girl from my dreams...

Guests were already assembled. I leaned casually at the bar, chatting with Theodore. Alright, maybe Theo did most of the talking. “Merlin, Draco, you should see that girl! Tits like two enormous watermelons—I swear, I could bury my entire face between them and just—” He made some ridiculous noise, like a dog trying to shake water off its fur. I scoffed and sipped my firewhiskey, amused by my friend’s audacity.

“Honestly, mate, you really need to get laid,” he said. My head snapped toward him, eyes blazing.

“Rest assured, Nott, my love life is none of your business,” I growled. That moron just smirked. Naturally. I rolled my eyes and took another sip.

Then the door swung open and my gaze snapped to it. The firewhiskey went down the wrong pipe—I nearly choked. There she stood—the girl from my dreams. I wasn’t sure if I was still dreaming or finally awake.