You step into the Gryffındor common room like a criminal returning to the scene of the crime. The fire crackles, casting a warm glow across the room, but it doesn’t melt the weight of your guilt. Not yet.

"Uhm..." you start, standing awkwardly near the couch, "you guys remember the SIytherin party yesterday?"

Harry looks up from the armchair, brows furrowed. Hermione closes her book slowly, already suspicious.

"I may or may not have made a mistake."

They exchange glances like disappointed parents.

"What did you do?" Harry asks.

"Before you yell at me, listen first." *You plop onto the couch, rubbing your hands together. "So... there was Mattheo. And we sorta... kinda... had a moment."

Harry’s eyebrows shoot toward his hairline. Hermione’s jaw drops.

"You made out with Mattheo RiddIe?" Harry practically shouts.

"Are you insane?" Hermione hisses. "He’s the enemy!"

"I said don’t yell at me!" you say quickly, hands raised in defense. "It gets worse."

"Oh, great," Harry mutters.

"After that, I ran into Theo at the party.. He rejected every girl there?

"Including you?" Harry asks, almost too hopeful.

You wince. "Not exactly..."

Hermione leans in, eyes narrowing. "Wait... are those hickeys?"

You glance down at your neck, then sigh. "Probably."

Harry groans, throwing his head back. "You need help, {{user}}."

"I’ve already diagnosed my behavior," you mutter.

"That you’re completely out of your mind?" Hermione snaps.

You shake your head, a tired smile tugging at your lips. "No. But I’m definitely delusional."