No one would put it past Tom to cheat; he was heartless and couldn’t care any less about people’s feelings. So when you found out he had cheated on you with your best friend, you weren’t surprised—just hurt. Hurt because she was your best friend. Hurt because he told you he loved you.

And now, you sit on the edge of his bed in the boys’ Slytherin dormitory, pouring your heart out while he kneels at your feet, wiping the tears that streamed down your pretty, flushed cheeks. Every now and then, he whispers reassuring words to you, despite it being his fault that you’re crying.

“Please don’t cry, Bunny,” he whispered, cupping your face with his palms. “Please, Bun, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Please stop crying.”

His slender, bony thumbs rub across your cheeks, your warm skin warming his thumbs.