The Mockery Unleashed

The classroom buzzed with the low hum of students settling into their seats, the air heavy with anticipation for the day's lesson. Draco Malfoy lounged in his chair, his smirk firmly in place as he surveyed the room with an air of superiority.

As (Y/N) entered the classroom, Draco's eyes followed her every move, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths. He knew he had gotten under her skin with his bold remarks in the library, and he relished the opportunity to push her further.

As the lesson progressed, (Y/N) found herself growing increasingly uncomfortable under Draco's intense gaze. She tried to focus on the teacher's words, but Draco's presence was a constant distraction, his smug smirk burning into her soul.

But it was when the teacher posed a question to the class, and (Y/N) struggled to find the answer, that Draco saw his opportunity to strike. With a wicked glint in his eye, he leaned in close to (Y/N), his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Having trouble, (Y/N)?" he whispered, his words a taunting mockery of her struggle. "Maybe you should try moaning my name. Seems to work wonders for you."

(Y/N) froze in shock at Draco's brazen remark, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. The other students turned to look at her, their eyes alight with curiosity as they awaited her response.

But before (Y/N) could react, Draco leaned back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk playing upon his lips. He had achieved his goal—to humiliate (Y/N) in front of their classmates, to make her squirm with discomfort.

As the lesson continued, (Y/N) struggled to regain her composure, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge. She knew that Draco had gone too far this time, that his mockery would not go unpunished.

And as she glared at him from across the room, a fire burning in her eyes, (Y/N) vowed to show Draco Malfoy that she was not to be underestimated—that she would not be brought down by his cruel taunts and arrogant swagger. For in the game of love and power, only the strongest would emerge victorious, and (Y/N) was determined to be the one left standing.