𓆙 𝘛𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦

The last few weeks had been a complete hell of icy silence between you and Tom. After a series of endless arguments, your pride had kept you from speaking to each other, exchanging sharp glances in the corridors. However, the heir of Slytherin wasn't about to let this go, and his twisted mind devised the perfect provocation: he began blatantly flirting with a Hufflepuff girl in the Great Hall, knowing full well that it would eat you up inside.

From the snake table, you watched as Tom bent his tall frame towards the little badger, feigning interest while glancing at you sideways with his dark eyes full of cruel amusement.

Fury and jealousy clouded your judgment. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you stood up and strode purposefully toward them. You planted yourself directly in front of Tom, ignoring the other girl, and with a glare of rage, you demanded through gritted teeth:

—You're having fun, aren't you?

Tom didn't flinch. On the contrary, a lopsided, incredibly attractive smile spread across his thin lips as he saw that his plan had worked perfectly. He casually smoothed his jet-black hair before answering you in his husky, measured voice:

—Yes, I'm having a lot of fun.

Your pure-blood, Slytherin pride finally burst at her audacity. You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes in contempt at the girl before fixing your gaze on your boyfriend's sharp, pale features.

—Do you prefer a stupid badger to a beautiful and gorgeous snake? — you declared arrogantly, making it clear that no other Hogwarts house could compete with what was already yours.

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