Game On

Draco sat in the dimly lit confines of the Slytherin common room, his mind spinning with thoughts of you—(Y/N)—and the tangled web of emotions that seemed to surround you. As he replayed the events of the past few days in his mind, a sense of clarity began to dawn upon him—a realization that you had been playing a game all along, and he had been nothing more than a pawn in your twisted scheme.

"Well, well," Draco murmured to himself, a sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. "If (Y/N) thinks she's so smart, we'll see how she deals with my playing back."

With newfound determination, Draco set about formulating his own plan—a plan to turn the tables on you and reclaim the upper hand in this dangerous game of love and betrayal. He knew that he had to be careful, to play his cards close to his chest and not reveal his hand too soon. But deep down, he relished the challenge, the thrill of the chase fueling his desire for revenge.

As the hours stretched on, Draco immersed himself in his preparations, his mind buzzing with possibilities. He knew that he couldn't afford to make any mistakes—that one wrong move could jeopardize everything he had worked so hard to achieve.

But as he sat there in the quiet solitude of the Slytherin common room, a fire burning in his eyes, Draco knew that he was ready—for whatever twisted games you had in store, he was prepared to meet them head-on. And with a smirk of satisfaction, he knew that victory was within his grasp—a victory that would leave you begging for mercy, and him standing triumphant in the end.