The fire crackled in the common room. The air was thick with something unspoken—hesitation, uncertainty, perhaps even longing.

Mattheo, Tom, Lorenzo, Regulus, Theodore, Draco, and Blaise. Seven boys who carried the weight of their pasts, who had been taught strength and ambition but had never been taught love.

Mattheo's usual cocky smirk was absent, replaced by something raw in his eyes. His voice was lower than you had ever heard it. "I don’t know what love feels like..."

Tom’s gaze darkened slightly, as if the admission cost him something. "Neither do I," he murmured.

Lorenzo shifted on his feet. He glanced at you, something vulnerable flickering in his eyes before he gave a small nod.

Regulus exhaled sharply, his arms crossing over his chest, his grip on himself almost too tight. "I don’t think I ever have," he admitted.

Theodore looked down at his hands, fingers twitching like they wanted to grasp onto something—someone. "I don’t think we were ever meant to," he muttered.

Draco’s jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply, as if trying to steady himself before quietly adding, "But we want to."

Blaise simply looked at you, something unreadable in his expression."We just don’t know how."

A silence followed, stretching between you all.

You swallowed, heart hammering in your chest as you studied their faces—the guarded expressions, the quiet confessions, the silent pleas. They had spent their lives building walls, shutting out the very thing they now found themselves yearning for.

You took a slow breath before offering a small smile.

"Maybe I could teach you?"

Seven pairs of eyes snapped to you.

"Teach us?" Regulus finally echoed, his voice laced with something unfamiliar.

You nodded. "Love isn’t something you just understand—it’s something you feel. And if you let me, I can show you what it’s like."

For the first time in what felt like forever, none of them had anything to say.

But then Mattheo stepped forward. His fingers grazed yours, hesitant but deliberate. "Alright," he murmured. "Teach us."