You and Evan Rosier have been inseparable since the day you were born. Your mothers grew up together—best friends long before either of you existed—so it was only natural that you were placed side by side from the very beginning. What started as childhood companionship grew into something unbreakable.
That bond followed you through every stage of your life and straight into the stone corridors of Hogwarts. There was never one of you without the other. Evan was always your protector—sharp, dangerous when it came to anyone else—but with you, he was something softer. Something real. You were the only one who saw past all the walls and shadows he kept so carefully in place. You knew him in a way no one else ever could… and he trusted you with the parts of himself the world would never see.
As the years passed and childhood quietly turned into adolescence, the line between friendship and something more began to blur. Neither of you ever said it out loud. Fear had a way of swallowing the truth before it could escape—fear of ruining something sacred, something that had already lasted a lifetime.
So you both pretended. You dated on and off, nothing ever serious, nothing that truly mattered. No one ever lasted. No one ever stood a chance. And no matter who tried to wedge themselves between you, they always failed.
Recently, you’d ended things with the latest boy you’d been seeing—barely a month in before boredom and irritation set in. Two weeks before you ended things with Ryan Evan began seeing a Slytherin seventh-year like yourself: Melody. She didn’t like you from the start. You didn’t particularly care. Evan, on the other hand, made it very clear that no one—no one—would ever come between the two of you. Still, Melody pushed where she wasn’t welcome.
Snow drifted lazily past the tall dormitory windows that Saturday afternoon, casting the world beyond into a quiet white blur. Inside Evan’s room, warmth lingered in the air. You sat curled in the center of his bed, wrapped in one of the thick plush blankets he kept strictly for you—no one else ever touched it.
Laughter filled the room as he handed you a mug of hot cocoa, steam curling in the air. Perfect temperature. Perfect amount of marshmallows. As always.
“Thanks,” you murmured, taking a slow sip before letting out a soft, content hum.
His lips curved instantly at the sound. “You’re welcome, sunshine.”
Your shoulders bumped together as you smiled at him, playful and familiar. He laughed under his breath, reaching out to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear before lightly tapping your nose.
Then the door swung open.
The warmth fractured.
You both looked up just as Melody stepped inside. The smile on her face faltered for the briefest moment when she took in the sight of you—curled into Evan’s space, wrapped in his blanket, far too close for her comfort.
Evan didn’t move.
Didn’t pull away. Didn’t shift an inch.
Because you were his person.
Melody quickly masked her reaction and forced her smile back into place as she crossed the room. “Hey, babe. I was looking for you.” She leaned down, sitting beside him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Evan’s body went rigid beneath the contact. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before he returned a strained, polite smile she didn’t seem to notice.
“Told you I was busy today,” he said evenly.
His hand, unseen by everyone but you, remained resting against your knee beneath the blanket.
The silence that followed was sharp.
Tense. And waiting to be broken.
Finally She spoke again. “Oh well I was just hoping maybe you would make time for me anyway.” she says her smile way too sweet trying to be cute when it definitely wasn’t.