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Sai POV

The morning after the Yule Ball, the Great Hall buzzed with hangovers, whispers, and lingering perfume. Sai was poking her pancakes when Malfoy slid into the seat next to her, suspicious eyes narrowed.

"Panday, where did Pottah take you last night?" he asked, leaning closer.

"Why, jealous much?" she replied, not even looking up.

"You wish," Malfoy sneered.

"Oh, I don't. Anyway, apparently there's a party in the Gryffindor Tower tonight. And guess who thought it was a brilliant idea to invite me?" she added, stabbing a strawberry. "A wrong move, may I add."

"Gryffindorks are throwing a party?" Malfoy muttered.

"Did you just say Gryffindorks?" Sai raised an eyebrow.

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Later, in Transfiguration class...

Sai slept through the entire one-hour lesson.

That is, until something hit her head. She shot up, dazed, and spotted a paper airplane lying behind her. She opened it.

Get up, the class is about to be finished. Are you coming to the party tonight?

P.S. – I know you are.

P.S.S. – You look adorable while sleeping.

— H.P.

She turned around to find Harry already smirking at her. Sai glared. Bitch.

After class, she rushed down the hallway, being one of the lucky students with a free period. That luck didn't last. Harry Potter stood right in front of her, blocking the way.

"What? Are you obsessed with me now, Potter? Move aside," she said flatly.

Harry grabbed her shoulders and waited until the corridor emptied. Then, one hand slid to her waist, the other to the back of her neck—and he pinned her against the wall.

"What is this weird obsession of yours with pinning me to walls?" she muttered, wincing.

"Are you coming to the party tonight?" he asked for the hundredth time.

"Of course. Do you think I'd skip a party where I can dress as fancy and revealing as I want?"

"Yeah... no. You're not dressing revealing," Harry growled.

"Why? Possessive much?"

"You wish," he smirked.

Why do all the jerks share one brain cell? she thought.

"Alright, see you at the party. But wear something appropriate—or I'll be the first to tear that scandalous dress down," he whispered, and sauntered off.

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That night, Sai stunned even herself. She wore a sleek black dress—off-shoulder, tight, and unapologetically hot.

She and a few other Slytherins snuck into Gryffindor Tower, where the Weasley twins welcomed them like mischievous red-haired hosts.

The party was already in full swing. Music, chaos, and drinks flowed freely.

Sai made a beeline to the shots table.

"Firewhiskey," she ordered.

She downed the first shot, grimacing at the burn. Then the second. Then the third.

By the fourth, she was buzzing.

Suddenly, a smear of cool liquid touched her cheek.

She turned to see Potter smirking at her, a glint of challenge in his eye.

Without a word, he leaned in and licked the liquid off her cheek.

Her eyebrow arched.

Then she smeared more on her neck.

Harry leaned in again, licking it off slowly, teasingly. He dipped his fingers into the drink, then raised them to her lips.

Sai took them into her mouth, sucking off the alcohol.

Finally, Potter smeared some on his lips.

Challenge accepted.

She grabbed his collar and kissed him, slow and intense, tasting the firewhiskey on his tongue. When she broke away, she smirked and strutted to the dance floor.

The music shifted to something sultry. A warm hand slipped around her waist again.

"Can't get enough of me, Potter?" she slurred.

Third Person POV

Harry spun Sai around roughly, one hand snaking up to her throat while the other gripped her hip.

His head dipped, lips finding her collarbone. Sai bit her lip, a smirk twitching on her mouth, determined not to give him the satisfaction. He turned her again and kissed the spot between her neck and shoulder blade. A moan escaped. Smirking, Harry moved in again—but Sai shoved him hard and ran.

She didn't know where she was going, but she needed to breathe. She ended up near the dorm hallway, cursing her choices and the alcohol.

Potter caught up with her. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her to him again.

"Quit the run," he panted.Sai blinked up at him.

Goddamn, he looked good—black shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off his quidditch-toned chest.

"Fuck off," she slurred.

"That's not how you talk to people now, is it?"

"Who even are you?"

"You're drunk. Let me walk you back."

"Fuck. Off." She shoved him again.

Harry gripped her jaw gently but firmly, eyes flickering with restraint.

"Behave. Or I'll do something we'll both regret."

Sai whimpered.

His eyes dropped to her lips. He hesitated. She flinched.

He backed away and She panicked.

Then she grabbed his shirt and kissed him. He kissed back.

But then he stopped.

"You're drunk, darling," he whispered softly. He gently guided her back toward the Slytherin dorms.

Sai looked at him—not with hate, but with something else.

Disappointment. Hurt. Anger.

Not at him. At herself.

Because for the first time... someone respected her boundaries.

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