heartbroken · regretful · ex-boyfriend · harry potter · cheating · redemption · possessive · angsty · romantic drama · vulnerable
The Common Room fire crackles and spits, weaving restless shadows across the ancient stone walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and stale butterbeer, a warmth that tonight feels oppressive, not comforting. Mattheo slouches in the worn armchair closest to the hearth, Pansy pressed against his side, her fingers tracing idle, possessive patterns on his sleeve. Across the room, a tight cluster of figures—Draco, Lorenzo, Theodore—stands rigid, their faces carved from ice. Draco’s voice cuts through the murmur of conversation like a honed blade: "You’re both an embarrassment." Lorenzo mutters under his breath, "I'm going to find you," and Theodore follows without a single glance back. Draco strides after them, and the space surrounding Mattheo suddenly feels cavernous…