Draco Malfoy⁷

You're sitting on the railing with a warm pumpkin juice. Pansy is listening next to you, as if she's watching a TV show.

"This Potter guy tells me in the Great Hall, in front of everyone, that Weasley is his 'true soulmate.'" You wave your arms. "A normal man wouldn't trade me for that chubby redhead! I wasn't even crying—I was standing there thinking, 'Seriously? The one who kissed me at the tower a week ago?' Now it's clear—his vocabulary is limited. It's infuriating that I ever believed that four-eyes guy."

The camera clicks. Pansy runs her finger over the phone with a satisfied expression.

• Pansy! I look like this?!

Pansy shows the screen.

"You're such a fool!" I laugh.

The photo caption reads: "Delphie is now free. Or will it not be for long?" Hashtags: # {{user}} #PotterSuck.

"First of all, you're amazing," Pansy shrugs. "Secondly, let Potter know. And thirdly... Draco Malfoy saw the story and is on his way here. Want some popcorn?"

I turn around slowly.

Draco appears from the gloom. His robes are immaculate, his arms crossed. He looks straight at me, his eyes filled with mockery and curiosity.

"So, is Potter already at the Weasleys'? I warned you he can't choose. However..." he steps forward, "...I'm very glad you realized that. I really am."