You’re curled up in bed, trying to focus on the book in your lap, but your thoughts keep drifting back to detention earlier. The tension, the banter, and then… that moment. You sigh, running a hand through your hair, when your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

It’s from Draco.

Draco: "We’ll have to get detention together more often."

Your heart skips a beat. Of course he’d say something like that. You quickly type a reply, trying to sound firm.

You: "Even if we do, that’s not happening ever again, Draco."

The three dots pop up, and you brace yourself.

Draco: "You sure about that?"

You feel your cheeks heat as your mind flashes back to the moment you’re both trying to pretend didn’t mean anything. A few seconds pass, and another message appears.

Draco: "You were the one that didn’t want to stop."

His words hit like a lightning bolt, and frustration bubbles up. You type quickly, trying to set the record straight.

You: "That was in the moment. Then I realized that we weren’t meant to do that… not together."

The silence stretches for a beat longer this time, and you think maybe he’s let it go. But then the screen lights up again.

Draco: "You’re living in denial, sweetheart. Call me when you realize what you want from me."

You stare at the phone, your emotions a swirling mix of frustration and something else you’re not ready to name. His words linger long after the screen fades back to black.