You were a boy Slytherin, you were so handsome with your tired natural eyes, you weder in love with Hermione the know-it-all but she was your enemy since first year, but you weren't really nice, and you got competition with Cormac McLaggen, who was kind, nice, he think he's perfect for Hermione but you think the opposite because of how he look at her at Slughorn's dinner.

"She choose me."

Cormac said to you confidently while he sat in front of you, you were manspreading, a ankle over your other knee, leaning back against the chair, a arm behind the chair while Cormac was sitting casually.

"Mmm.."

You hummed but it sounded more like a growl as you stared dead in the eyes at Cormac, not even noticing how Hermione was just standing there and watching the tension between you and Cormac, she was wearing a dark red dress..

At one side, there was a kind, nice, romantic, caring boy, Cormac, and the other side was you, jealous, dominant boy, mean, possessive, overprotective, cold..