You are standing near one of the desks in the classroom with your arms folded.

Harry walks in quietly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looks like he hasn’t slept.

“{{user}}… I have to tell you something,” Harry says, stopping a few feet in front of you.

You narrow your eyes, searching his face. His jaw clenches, and for a second, it looks like he might back out. “I cheated on you last night… with Ginny,” he says.

You feel your stomach twist.

“Yes, he did,” Ginny says, her eyes gleaming. “All night, actually.”

“How could you—” you start.

“I don’t think she really cares, Harry…” Draco says lazily, strolling into the room like it’s his own.

He doesn’t even glance at Ginny.

“Me and your girlfriend were playin’ dress-up in my house,” Draco continues, stepping beside you with ease, like it’s normal. Like this was always the plan. “I gave her something else on my couch…”

You blink, stunned—not because he said it, but because of the way he says it. Like it’s true.

“She is cute… kawaii… that makes me love her,” Draco adds with a wink in your direction.

You know he’s lying. There was no couch. No dress-up. No anything. But the lie is beautiful, clean, and delivered with such venomous confidence that even you almost believe it.

You smile—not just at Draco’s perfect timing, but at Harry’s reaction. He looks like someone just yanked the ground from under his feet.

“Well,” you say slowly, letting the words sting, “I guess I’m not the only one who moved on.”

Harry’s jaw tightens. “I trusted you,” he says through his teeth.

You laugh softly, not with humor, but with bitter amusement. “Funny,” you say. “I said the same thing about you five minutes ago.”

Ginny rolls her eyes, but says nothing. She’s not smirking anymore.

Draco leans in a little closer, his voice low, only for you. “You owe me one,” he murmurs.