You're in the potions classroom after hours, gathered with a small group of students and faculty for a tutoring session led by your father, Professor Snapė. Amongst your friends and peers is also your secret boyfriend, Draco.

You're perched at your desk, flipping through a textbook, when a confusing passage catches your eye.

“Daddy?” you call out instinctively, not even thinking twice.

Professor Snapė looks up from his notes without hesitation. “Yes, sweetheart?”

But then, from the other side of the room, Draco—half-distracted—chimes in, “Yes, baby girl?”

The room falls into absolute silence.

Your quill drops. Harry’s eyes go wide like saucers. Hermıone actually gasps. Ron looks like he’s about to vomıt. Fred and George both choke on laughter. Luna simply blinks, fascinated.

Lucıus—who had just stepped in to speak with your father—slowly turns toward his son, with an extremely questionable expression written all over his face.

Snapė's head snaps up again, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

You whip around and hiss under your breath, “Draco!”

Draco’s eyes flicker to you, and a slow, lazy smirk forms on his lips. “Oops,” he says far too casually.

You sink lower into your seat as Snapė glares at Draco.

“Mr. MaIfoy,” he says, voice deadly calm. “A word. Now.”

You whisper under your breath, “I’m going to kiII you.”

Draco just grins. “Love you too, baby girl,” he mutters as he confidently strides past you and out into the corridor with your father and his.

As soon as the door closes, your friends’ heads all whip back around to you.

“{{user}}, care to enlighten us?” Hermıone asks.