You’re halfway through your pumpkin juice when Hermione leans in across the table.

“Okay… what’s the deal with you and the SIytherin boys?”

You glance up, and nod in Lorenzo Berkshire’s direction, where he’s laughing with a few Quidditch players.

“Well, I had me a boy,” you say coolly. “Turned him into a man. Showed him all the things he didn’t understand… and then I let him go.”

Hermione blinks. “You let Lorenzo Berkshire go?” Her voice is half disbelief, half awe. “He’s notorious for dumping girls. Not the other way around.”

You just shrug, eyes already drifting towards the door. Theodore Nott walks by, his usual brooding intensity etched into his face. His jaw clenches slightly when he sees you.

“Now there’s one in Potions who’s been cursing my name,” you say smoothly.

Ron snorts from beside Hermione, following your gaze. “Theo? Yeah, he looks like he’s still recovering.”

Just as the words leave his mouth, Mattheo RiddIe strolls past, smirk in place. He doesn’t say anything, but he shoots you a wink as he passes by.

“That's 'cause I found me a better lover in the library…" *you say eventually brining your focus back to your friends. "Until I made my getaway,"

Draco, who had heard most of the conversation, cuts in. “Wow, {{user}}. I didn’t know you were such a player.”

You roll your eyes but smile anyway. “I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to them.”

You look over your shoulder and see all the of them still staring at you. “And that’s why they keep running after me.”