You were sitting on the sofa with Mattheo, holding a drink. His shoulder brushed yours - closer than it ever did when Draco was around. He smirked every time he leaned in and every time his hand lingered just a little too long against yours.

And you let him.

But Draco was your boyfriend. He was the one you were supposed to be loyal to; the one who looked at you as though you were his entire world. But Mattheo made it feel like a dangerous and irresistible game, and you were playing along, knowing full well that you were crossing a line.

The heavy stone door suddenly groaned open.

The sound of every laugh and clink of a goblet seemed to dim as Draco stepped inside. His eyes scanned the room, searching, and when they landed on you and then slid to Mattheo beside you, you saw the shift in his expression.

“Well,” Mattheo drawled, his smirk widening like he had been waiting for this moment all night. “Look who finally decided to show up…”

You felt Draco’s fury before he even spoke. “You are a piece of sh-”

“Draco!” you gasped, darting in front of him, your palms against his chest to hold him back.

But Mattheo only leaned lazily against the couch, sipping from his glass as though the tension was his entertainment. “And your girlfriend,” he said, glancing at you before looking back at Draco, “is always all over me.”

Draco’s fists curled. “Shut up.”

Mattheo’s grin grew sharper. He stood up, towering over Draco. “Next time you do it…” His gaze darted to you again, the weight of it making your stomach twist. “…you’ll think about me.”

“Mattheo, stop it!” you shouted, shoving him backward, but he didn’t resist. He wanted this. He wanted the entire common room to see it.

“You think you’re clever?” Draco hissed, his voice dangerously low.

“I don’t think.” Mattheo smirked. “I know. You parade her around like a prize. But we both know she comes crawling back to me.” His gaze locked on you, and his smirk twisted even darker. “Don’t you?”

“Enough!” you snapped.

Draco turned on you suddenly, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath. “Is it true?” His voice cracked slightly. “Tell me, right now.”

Mattheo tossed the rest of his drink into the fire, the flames roaring high. “Go on,” he purred, his smirk unshaken. “Tell him the truth.”