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The classroom fell silent as (Y/N)'s outburst echoed through the air, her words hanging like a heavy cloud over the students gathered for their lesson. Draco's eyes narrowed at the sound of her voice, a surge of irritation coursing through him at her audacity.

"What's got your knickers in a twist now, (Y/N)?" Draco retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he turned to face her.

But (Y/N) was undeterred, her eyes blazing with anger as she leveled a glare in Draco's direction. "You have no right to treat Harry like that," she shot back, her voice loud and defiant. "He's done nothing to deserve your scorn."

Draco's jaw clenched at her words, his temper flaring as he struggled to contain his frustration. "And what would you know about it?" he sneered, his voice laced with venom. "You think you can just waltz in here and dictate how I should behave?"

But (Y/N) wasn't about to back down, her resolve strengthening with each passing moment. "I think you should mind your own business, Malfoy," she retorted, her voice ringing out clear and strong. "And leave Harry alone."

A ripple of laughter broke out among the students at (Y/N)'s words, their amusement at the situation evident in their mocking glances and stifled giggles. And then, to Draco's dismay, (Y/N) took it a step further, her voice rising above the din as she addressed the entire class.

"Hey, look at the new lovers, everyone!" she exclaimed, her words cutting through the tension like a knife as she pointed at herself and Harry. "Seems like Malfoy's not the only one with a crush around here."

The classroom erupted into laughter at (Y/N)'s words, the sound echoing off the walls and filling Draco with a sense of humiliation that burned like a fire in his chest. He clenched his fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to maintain his composure.

But as the laughter continued to ring in his ears, Draco knew that he had been bested—outmaneuvered by (Y/N) once again in this dangerous game of love and power. And as he sat there in the dimly lit classroom, a sense of defeat washed over him, knowing that he had lost this battle—and that (Y/N) had emerged victorious once more.