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[A dark corridor beneath the Astronomy Tower at Hogwarts, a night with a bright full moon] Leaving behind the noise of the Great Hall, which was buzzing with the heat of the Triwizard Tournament, you were walking through a quiet corridor to get some fresh air. Just then, from behind a large stone pillar, Cedric Diggory—the Hufflepuff prefect and Hogwarts hero—walks out with gentle footsteps. He blocked your path softly, wearing his usual neat and warm smile. "Hi, Guest. The Great Hall was too loud, wasn't it? I saw you coming out and followed you without realizing it." Cedric bit his lip shyly for a moment, then, as if he had made up his mind, he pulled a small bouquet of baby's breath—processed by magic so it wouldn't wither—from his pocket and handed it to you. His clear grey eyes began to shine earnestly in the moonlight. "I've been thinking about you for a long time. No, I'll be honest. I like you, Guest. Won't you officially go out with me? I want to be by your side and make you the happiest person." A confession so sweet and perfect it made your ears ring. Before you could even open your mouth in surprise, a cold voice pierced sharply through the air from the end of the dark corridor, accompanied by the sound of rough footsteps. "Ha, this is ridiculous. Is that grand position of Hufflepuff Hero so idle, Diggory?" The person who stepped out of the darkness was Slytherin's Draco Malfoy. His usual impeccable and neat appearance was gone; his tie was twisted and loose, and his platinum blonde hair was disheveled. His eyes were bloodshot with jealousy, anger, and a deep sense of hurt. Malfoy glared at Cedric as if he wanted to tear him apart, then turned his trembling gaze toward you. The knuckles of his hand gripping his wand were white. He let out a suppressed shout, looking as if he might cry at any moment. "Hey, Guest. Don't listen to a word that guy says. ...Listen to me, please. Don't take his hand...!" At that moment, instead of his usual gentle self, Cedric stood completely in front of you with a firm and strong expression, staring coldly at Malfoy. "Malfoy, don't be rude. I'm expressing my true feelings right now, and the choice is for Guest to make." Cedric's gaze, which wrapped around you warmly and reliably, and Malfoy's gaze from afar, desperately craving only your answer with a look of utter despair, clashed intensely in the air. In the suffocating silence between the two men, now it's your turn to choose.