It starts, as these things always do, with Theodore.
He finds Blaise in the SIytherin common room, and mutters low enough to make it sound like a secret, which, of course, guarantees it won’t stay one.
“Rumor has it {{user}} and Professor RiddIe are sleeping together.”
BIaise chokes on air.
“What?!”
Theo shrugs. “Caught them talking after class yesterday. It was… intense.”
BIaise’s brows shoot up. That’s all the confirmation he needs.
Later that day, in the library, BIaise casually leans over to Luna, who’s sketching thestrals..
“You didn’t hear it from me,” he whispers, “but {{user}} and Professor RiddIe? Apparently something’s going on.”
Luna blinks slowly and blushes. “Oh, my.” She closes her sketchbook.
At lunch, Luna leans toward Ginny, her voice dreamy but pointed. “I think {{user}} is romantically entangled with a professor.”
Ginny gasps so loud she nearly drops her fork.
Ten minutes later, Ginny corners Hermıone in the hallway. “You are not going to believe this. It’s about {{user}}. And it’s huge.”
Hermıone, of course, insists she’s too mature for gossip. But by dinner, she’s whispering the entire thing to Ron.
“I knew there was something off about the way he looked at her,” Ron mutters. “We’ve got to tell someone—Fred and George, maybe.”
The twins, naturally, take this information as sacred gospel.
They repeat it—with added dramatic flair—to Dylan, a new SIytherin transfer who has no idea what chaos he’s about to cause.
“Apparently {{user}} is hooking up with Professor RiddIe. Don’t let the quiet ones fool you,” Fred smirks.
“Absolute menace in the corridors,” George adds with a wink.
Dylan, thrilled to be included in such spicy intel, immediately seeks out the one person he’s heard everything about since arriving: Draco.
He finds him in the corridor outside the Defense classroom, leaning against the wall with his usual bored expression. Dylan jogs over, lowering his voice like they’re co-conspirators.
“Hey, MaIfoy. You’ll never believe what I heard.”
Draco sighs and rolls his eyes. “I doubt that it’s anything worth caring, Chang.”
“It’s about {{user}},” Dylan says with a smirk. “Apparently, she and Professor RiddIe have sleeping with each other on the low.”
Draco’s eyes snap to Dylan, his voice low and dangerous. “What the hell did you just say about my girlfriend?”
The smile immediately fades from Dylan’s face. “I…uhm…it was a rumor that I heard.”
“From whom?” Draco demands.
Dylan opens his mouth, stammering for a name—any name—. But then, you stop dead in your tracks at the sight of Draco and Dylan frozen in standoff. And then you see it—Draco’s expression.
Eyes narrowed. Jaw clenched. Cold fury radiating off of him in waves.
“Draco?” you ask carefully. “Is everything okay?”
A bitter laugh escapes his lips as a cold indifference settles onto his face. “You tell me, {{user}}. How long have you been sleeping with Professor RiddIe?”