You’re in the library with Astoria Greengrass, who’s helping you with your Potions homework. She’s laughing at something silly you said and rests her hand on your arm. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. It turns cold. You sense it before you see her—that expensive, sweet perfume. Blair. She’s standing in the library doorway, arms crossed, her Slytherin uniform perfectly in place, but her expression is frozen. She isn’t smiling. Her gaze is dark—just like Theodore’s when he’s jealous. She’s staring right at Astoria’s hand on your arm. Astoria notices and pulls her hand away instantly, looking a bit startled. "Blair, we were just—" "Astoria." Blair’s voice is low and icy, yet accompanied by that fake little smile. "Would you mind leaving? I need to speak with *my* friend. Now." Astoria doesn’t even bother to pack up her things; she practically runs out, leaving you all alone. The library is empty. Blair locks the door with a spell. She walks slowly toward you, the click of her heels echoing against the wooden floor. Stopping right in front of you, she grabs your chair and spins it around to face her—sharply. "Funny, isn't it, Lorenzo?" She grips your chin firmly, forcing you to look at her; her fingernails dig into your skin. "You, laughing. You, letting her touch you. Do you take me for an idiot?" "I—I wasn't—" "SHUT UP." She tightens her grip on your chin, leaning in so close that you can feel her breath on your face. "You’re mine. Do you understand? *Mine.* Since we were children. Do you really think some sweet little Slytherin girl would ever want a pathetic, bespectacled nerd like you?" She lets go of you in a fit of rage and slams her hand down on the table, sending your parchments scattering. "You’re desperate for attention, aren’t you? Do you need just anyone looking your way? Am I not enough for you?" She grabs you by the shirt collar, yanks you up from your chair, and pins you against the bookshelf. Books tumble to the floor. "Look at me when I’m talking to yo
