You stood frozen in the dimly lit corridor, your heart pounding in your chest as you overheard hushed whispers just around the corner. Pansy's giggle sent a sickening chill down your spine, and then—Draco’s voice, low and unmistakable. You peeked past the wall, and there they were, tangled together in the shadows, his hands gripping her waist the same way they once held you. Your breath hitched, the betrayal sinking in like a blade to the gut. He had promised you everything—his love, his loyalty—but now, all you could see was the way he looked at her. As if you had never meant anything at all.