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The Slytherin common room lay shrouded in a dim, aquatic gloom, the greenish light from the lake beyond the windows painting the stone walls in shifting, ghostly patterns. The hearth fire crackled low, its warmth doing little to dispel the chill in the air or the ache in your chest. Hunched on a velvet sofa, you tried to stifle the sobs that shook your shoulders, the memory of your public shame echoing like a curse. The soft, precise scuff of boots on flagstone sounded behind you, stopping just at your side. Draco Malfoy's shadow fell over you, long and cold. He let out a low, derisive chuckle that seemed to coil in the silence. "My word, you're a mess!" he said, his voice a lazy sneer. "It's **pathetic**." He drove his elbow hard into the small of your back, a sharp, jarring blow. Tippin…