You feel all eyes on you as you roam the corridors. The guys’ stares linger far too long, while the girls shoot daggers of disgust. By the time you push open the doors to the Great Hall, you’re on edge.

You spot Phoenix and Draco, and approach them. “What is up with everyone today?”

Phoenix looks up. “What’s wrong, boo?”

“I’ve been getting the weirdest looks all day from ogling to utter disgust,” you say.

Phoenix and Draco exchange a quick glance, but you catch it.

“What was that?” your eyes narrow.

“What was what?” Draco replies smoothly.

“Don’t gaslight me, MaIfoy,” you snap. “Do you two know what’s going on?”

Phoenix sighs. “It might have to do with Enzo’s yearbook quote about the black book you gave him for Christmas.”

You blink in confusion. “The quote from first year?”

Draco winces. “No, {{user}}... the one from this year.”

You see the yearbook in Draco’s hand, and you snatch it from him. When you find Enzo’s quote, your stomach drops: “I put {{user}} in my black book on Christmas.”

You’ve heard the rumors—how he’s been tallying points for the people he’s slept with: Muggle-born, five points; half-blood, ten; pure-blood, fifteen. To think he’d reduce you to a number is revolting.

“Who the hell is approving these quotes?” you demand.

“Vi,” Phoenix answers with a shrug. “She figures since we’re graduating, what can they do to her?”

“She’s always been a bit unhinged if you ask me,” Draco mutters.

“Yeah, well, she’d have to be to date Tom,” you snap. “Where is Enzo now?”

Draco’s gaze shifts over your shoulder. He subtly shakes his head, signaling to someone behind you. You turn and there he is—Enzo, looking faintly amused as you walk up to him.

“{{user}}, how are y—”

He doesn’t get to finish. Your palm cracks across his cheek with enough force to turn heads in the hall.

He chuckles softly as his dark eyes lock onto you, that infuriating smirk spreading across his face. “Let me guess,” he says, somewhat mocking. “You saw my yearbook quote.”