Hermione crossed her arms and stared at you. "You are so ugly."

You froze. The words slammed into you harder than any spell. "What?!"

Before you could gather yourself, Harry, your boyfriend, shrugged without even looking at you. "She’s not wrong… you are ugly."

The world around you seemed to tilt. You could see others nearby turning their heads, whispering.

Then Mattheo stepped forward, slow and deliberate like a lion walking into a fight. "I could be a better boyfriend than him."

His voice cut through the tension like a spell. It was raw. Honest. His eyes were locked on you like nothing else existed.

Theodore was next, lounging lazily against the courtyard wall but watching you like he was waiting for the moment to strike. "I could do all the things he never did."

Tom’s voice followed. "Up all night, I won’t quit."

You turned just enough to see him, and there he was—confident, almost amused, as if this was a game he already knew he would win.

Draco moved next, hands in his pockets. "Think I’m going to steal you from him."

Lorenzo’s voice followed. It was softer, with something honest in the way he looked at you. Something gentle that none of the others carried. "I could be such a gentleman."

He bowed his head slightly, almost like you were royalty. The kind of attention that wasn’t loud but unforgettable.

And then Regulus spoke. Quietly. Calmly. But his words hit deeper than the rest. "I will treat you better than him."

You turned toward him. His gaze didn’t burn like fire—it smoldered. There was a kind of sadness in his eyes, like he’d already seen you hurt and promised himself he wouldn’t let it happen again.

You looked around. Seven different boys, all of them staring at you like you were a prize, a puzzle, a spark they couldn’t resist.

And Harry? He looked like he’d just realized he lost something he never knew he cared about. Hermione opened her mouth to say something—but for once, she didn’t know what.