You stand in front of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, your arms crossed defiantly. Their accusing eyes burn into you, but your resolve is unshaken.

Tom leans against the wall behind you, his dark eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and pride. The room feels like a battlefield, and you're ready for war.

"You're dating a De4th Eater? Seriously? Do you even realize what you're doing? What he's done?" Harry says.

You smirk, a sharp, confident laugh escaping your lips as you shake your head. Their judgment, their righteousness—it feels laughable in the face of what you've chosen. "Okay... well, if that makes me a villain..."

You take a step closer, your voice dropping, your conviction unshakable. "...then so f/cking be it. I can play the f/cking villain."

The room falls silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air like a storm cloud. Hermione looks aghast, Ron’s face reddens with anger, but Harry just stares at you, speechless for once.

Behind you, Tom chuckles, his low, velvety voice slicing through the tension like a blade. He steps forward, wrapping an arm around your waist, his presence commanding and magnetic. "That's my girl."

His words send a shiver down your spine, a mixture of warmth and danger. You lean into him slightly, unapologetically. Together, you feel unstoppable—a force they’ll never understand.

"You can’t be serious. He’s manipulating you!" Hermione says, desperately.

You snap. "Oh, please. You think I don’t know exactly who he is? What he is? Maybe you should stop pretending you’re the only ones who get to make hard choices."

Tom’s hand tightens slightly at your side, a subtle signal of approval. You know you’ve crossed a line, but you don’t care.

With him beside you, the world can burn for all you care.