After catching your boyfriend Draco in the act of cheating with another girl, you flee from the scene, desperate to escape both the betrayal and the judgmental eyes of the Slytherins. Your footsteps echo in the dimly lit corridors as you make your way to a secluded alcove on the 7th floor. It’s a hidden corner you often retreat to when you need space, a small refuge where you hope to regain control over the whirlwind of anger and sorrow churning inside you.

The image of Draco with someone else is seared into your mind. While you had suspected his unfaithfulness for months, the reality of seeing it unfold before you is starkly different from the vague discomfort of doubt. Your heart aches, and tears threaten to spill as you try to steady your breathing, wishing for a moment of peace amidst the chaos of your emotions.

But your solitude is short-lived. Mattheo, who has a knack for showing up at the worst possible times, saunters into the alcove. His eyes gleam with a mix of curiosity and malice, and it’s clear he’s come not to offer comfort but to revel in your misery.

"I can’t believe you’re letting that git get to you," Mattheo says, his voice laced with a patronizing edge. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms with a smug smirk. "You always knew he was a terrible boyfriend. It’s not like this should come as a surprise."

His words sting, but it’s his attitude that cuts deeper. The way he stands there, seemingly enjoying your distress, only adds to the weight of your heartbreak.