April 20, 2025 at 04:01 AM
He sets down his tea on the table besides mine.
The cups have the same pink and white floral print.
I bend over the table to kiss him and as he closes his eyes, surrendering to my mouth, I exchange the cups.
Mine for his.
As he lifts the cup to his lips later, I know one thing for sure.
He won't wake up tomorrow.
Cho Chang, his psychiatrist, will tell the police he was depressed and suicidal.
He smiles at me and I smile at the genius villainy of my own thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Draco. But I need revenge from your father and he loves you most," I think.