It’s Christmas Eve, and the presents are arranged neatly under the tree.

Everything could be perfect… if your enemy, Harry, wasn’t sitting at the dinner table with his family like he belongs there.

You glare at him while he takes a slow sip of wine, eyes flicking to you like he enjoys getting under your skin.

“All good, sweetheart?” your mother asks.

“Yes,” you answer, tight and clipped.

She smiles, gets up, and hands you your present. One by one, everyone starts giving their gifts and when it’s Harry’s turn, he’s already standing in front of you, holding a small box.

“Go on,” he murmurs. He leans down, breath teasing your ear. “Open it… if you dare.”

You lift the lid.

The second you see what’s inside, your whole body goes stiff. You shut the box fast, breath trembling.

Harry smirks, slow and cruel. “Do you like it? I thought we could use it next time.”

“What is it, dear?” your mother asks.

You jump up from your seat and run upstairs to your room, heart hammering.

Inside the box was a single c0nd0m. Does he know you’re pregnant with his baby?