Ginny Weasley was losing control.

Harry was supposed to be hers.

And yet—

Every time she tried, every time she got close, every time she almost had a chance—

Theo Nott ruined everything.

He was always there.

Watching. Waiting.

Like a snake coiled around Harry's throat, suffocating any chance Ginny had of taking what was meant to be hers.

And worse?

Harry let him.

Harry wanted him there.

And that?

That was unacceptable.

Slytherin, as Always, is Amused by the Drama

Harry was trying to have a normal breakfast.

Trying.

But, as usual, Hogwarts had other plans.

"So," Blaise drawled, sipping his tea. "When do you think she'll try again?"

Harry sighed. "Merlin, don't manifest it."

Pansy smirked, slicing her toast delicately. "Oh, please. We all know it's coming."

Theo, sitting beside Harry, looked deeply unimpressed. "If she tries one more thing, I'm hexing her into next week."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Theo, you say that like you haven't already hexed half the school for breathing in my direction."

Theo smirked. "What's your point?"

Harry groaned.

Noctis, curled lazily around his shoulders, flicked his tail in agreement.

Pansy sighed dramatically. "I must admit, watching the Gryffindors implode over Harry's complete lack of interest is truly delightful."

Blaise nodded. "A masterpiece, really."

Theo leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "The only thing that's irritating me," he murmured, dark eyes flicking toward the Gryffindor table, "is that she hasn't learned her lesson yet."

Harry side-eyed him. "Theo."

Theo hummed. "Yes, darling?"

Harry scowled. "No."

Theo grinned.

Blaise snickered. "Too late, Potter. He's gone full possessive fiancé mode."

Harry muttered something about regretting every life choice he's ever made.

Slytherin House, as usual, was having the time of their lives.

Weasley Tantrum: The Sequel

Ginny had been watching.

For weeks.

Watching Harry smile at Theo.

Watching Harry let Theo touch him.

Watching Harry look at Theo the way he was supposed to look at her.

And she'd had enough.

So, in the middle of lunch—

She snapped.

"WHY ARE YOU EVEN WITH HIM?!" Ginny screamed, standing up so fast her goblet spilled across the table.

The Great Hall fell silent.

Harry, halfway through biting into a scone, froze.

Then—

Slowly—

He put the scone down.

Theo, beside him, sighed heavily.

Blaise leaned forward, smirking. "Oh, this should be good."

Ginny, red-faced and furious, glared across the hall at Harry.

"You don't belong with Slytherin!" she shouted. "You're supposed to be with me!"

Silence.

Then—

Pansy burst out laughing.

Harry exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Ginny."

She whipped back toward him. "WHAT?!"

Harry tilted his head. Bored. Unbothered.

"You're embarrassing yourself."

Ginny gaped. "I—"

Theo chuckled. "Oh, he's right, you know."

Ginny turned on him, shaking. "You—"

Theo smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "Yes?"

Ginny's breath hitched.

Because Theo wasn't fazed.

He wasn't threatened.

He was just looking at her, bored and mildly entertained, like she was a particularly stupid child throwing a tantrum.

Ginny's eyes darted back to Harry—desperate now.

"Harry, please," she pleaded. "He's manipulating you! You don't even like him!"

Harry sighed.

Then—without hesitation—

He reached out.

And took Theo's hand.

Ginny froze.

Harry lifted their hands deliberately, pressing a soft kiss to Theo's knuckles, smirking against his skin.

Then—lazily—

He tilted his head, staring directly at Ginny.

"…You were saying?"

Ginny made a strangled noise.

Theo, watching this, smirked slowly.

"Oh, Potter," Theo murmured, deeply amused, "you're really making this too easy."

Ginny ran from the hall.

The moment the doors shut behind her, Blaise let out a low whistle.

"Well," he drawled, grinning, "that was spectacular."

Harry sighed. "I really hope that's the last of it."

Theo, smirking, pressed a quick kiss to Harry's wrist.

"Oh, darling," Theo murmured.

"We both know it's not."