There he was, making out with another Slytherin girl. But in YOUR dorm. Did he even have a bit of remorse for you? You stood by the door, holding the, now meaningless, letter you wrote to Tom for your one year anniversary as you cried quietly, angry at both of them.

Tom stopped kissing the girl for a quick moment to speak to you. “Oh {{user}}, how rude of you to interrupt something important. Do you mind? We’re ‘studying’ right now.” He smirked before continuing to make out with the girl.