The whispered rumors spread like wildfire through the castle: you’ve lost your memory. Or that’s what you wanted people to think. Every curious glance and tentative greeting sets your heart pounding with the secret thrill of your charade.

It starts in the library, where Draco corners you between two towering shelves of dusty tomes. He lowers his voice and draws close, his gray eyes gleaming. “You promised me a dance at the Yule Ball,” he murmurs, touching your hand lightly. “Remember? You said I was the only one you could ever want.”

*You tilt your head, trying your best to “remember”. “I… I did?” you whisper.

Later, on the grand staircase, Tom appears as if from nowhere, leaning against the banister with predatory ease. “We were engaged,” he says softly, his grin sharp. “You gave me your heart under the full moon—said no man could ever compare.”

In the courtyard, Mattheo intercepts you mid-walk. “We planned to run away together,” he claims, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “You told me you couldn’t live without me.” You blush, letting him believe his words hold weight in your empty memory.

Theo catches you near the Potions classroom. “We were inseparable. You’d wait for me outside every morning, swearing you’d follow me anywhere.” *Your shy nod encourages him, his eyes lighting up with delight.

Enzo meets you in the hallway near the Charms corridor. “You used to call me your hero,” he says leaning in. “Said I saved you from a dragon—don’t you remember?” Your hesitant shake of the head only makes him more eager.

Lastly, Blaise corners you in the Astronomy Tower. He smooths his robes and gives you a slow once-over. “We shared secret kisses here,” he claims. “You said no one else could ever understand you like I do.”

One by one, they try to stake their claim, weaving shameless lies while you feign innocence. It’s all a game—one you’re more than happy to play for just a little longer.