Draco Malfoy had been your boyfriend for three years — three years of late-night phone calls from opposite ends of the castle, of his name lit up in your notifications like a constant pulse, of sitting beside him at every feast as though the space belonged to you both. By now, the entire school treated it as fact: Malfoy was yours, and you were his. The sharpest pair in Slytherin, untouchable, always in step.