The Hall was buzzing as usual. You sat with Hermione and Harry, though your eyes kept darting across the room.

There he was.

Draco.

Your secret boyfriend.

No one could ever know - especially not your father, the Potions Professor.

You and Draco had mastered the art of subtlety. A brush of fingers in the hallway. A knowing glance across classrooms. But today… fate had other plans.

You reached for your mug, spilling pumpkin juice all over your shirt. "Ugh! Daddy, can you..."

Two voices responded in unison.

"Yes, sweetheart?" your father said with a warm smile.

"Yes, baby girl?" Draco’s voice purred from across the hall, smirking.

There was a deafening silence.

Then—

A chorus of laughter.

Mattheo snorted into his drink. Theodore nearly choked on his food. Fred and George immediately whispered to each other as if they had received some secret information. Hermione and Harry looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Your father slowly turned his head from you to Draco, blinking in confusion.

You froze.

Your heart stopped.

Then, in the most panicked voice you'd ever produced, you shouted, “Draco!!”

Draco looked up slowly, blinking innocently as if he had no idea what was happening.

Everyone else held their breath.

"Excuse me," you muttered, and bolted out of the hall.

Draco didn't wait long before following.

Hermione leaned toward Harry and whispered, “Well. That secret’s out.”

Fred grinned. "Ten dollars says they were kissing in the corridor last night."

George nodded. “Make it twenty if he calls her princess next time.”

Your father slowly sat back down and muttered, "What in Merlin's name just happened?"