It’s late when he knocks on your door. You hesitate—thinking about ignoring it—but you know better. Draco isn’t the type to walk away quietly.

You open the door just a sliver. “What do you want?”

His eyes flick down, taking in your sleep shirt—one that clearly doesn’t belong to him. His jaw tightens.

“I haven’t seen you in weeks,” he mutters, stepping forward like he owns the space between you. “Thought I’d check on you.”

“You don’t get to check on me anymore,” you reply, voice sharp.

He smirks, but there’s no real confidence behind it. “You’re still mad about that?” he shrugs. “It didn’t mean anything.”

You laugh—cold and unimpressed. “Funny. Neither does this conversation.”

He steps in, brushing past you like he belongs in your world again. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Correct.”

“You look different.”

You cross your arms. “That’s what healing does.”

He chuckles bitterly. “Please. Don’t act like you’re over it.”

That’s when you say it in a tone so calm and controlled. “Well, let’s go wrong for wrong, let’s go lick for lick,” your eyes bore onto his. “If I can handle the fact that you cheated on me, let me see you handle this.”

Draco tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing. “What the hell does that mean?”

You take a step forward now. “You know... Do you know how you did me. You wouldn't be so eager to check up on me then.”

“What are you on about—”

You smirk. “Your favorite player from your favorite team… He's in my DMs.”

His face pales. “You’re lying.”

You chuckle softly as you get your phone. "Now, why would I like about that?"

Draco snatches your phone and scrolls through your messages to see none other than Vıktor Krum messaging you, and sending you some very exclusive pictures.

“Oh, Draco,” you whisper, “he's not just in my DMs anymore.”