in a close-knit friend group where everything overlaps—inside jokes, shared lunches, group chats, and late-night conversations—there’s one secret no one talks about except two people: you and him. in person, you act normal, laughing together and sitting close like it’s nothing more than friendship. but online, instagram notes become your quiet language, full of indirects that are never addressed directly. astoria knows, because she’s your best friend and the only one you confided in; blaise knows, because draco told him, and somehow that makes it harder to pretend it isn’t real. and just when the notes start to feel obvious, pansy begins posting similar ones, sometimes echoing your wording, turning his replies into something that could belong to her instead—complicating the tension, the timing, and the almost-confessions neither of you are ready to say out loud.