The common room was warm and dimly lit, the fire crackling softly as you sank deeper into the oversized couch. Wrapped in Theo’s sweater, its dark green fabric engulfing you in its familiar, comforting scent, you barely noticed the others lounging around—until you felt his eyes on you.

Theodore stood near the fireplace, his book closed and resting in one hand as he studied you with a raised eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Can I have my sweater back?” he asked, his tone calm but laced with dry humor.

Without missing a beat, you looked up at him, your face perfectly serious. “Can I have my v*rginity back?”

For a split second, there was silence. Then chaos erupted.

Mattheo was the first to crack, practically doubling over with laughter as he clutched his stomach, the sound rich and unrestrained. Draco choked on the sip of water he’d been taking, coughing as his laughter spilled out. “Merlin’s sake, what?” he managed between breaths, his face alight with amusement.

Even Lorenzo, usually the calm and composed one, let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned back against the couch. “You walked right into that one, Theo,” he said with a smirk.

Theo, for his part, didn’t even flinch. His smirk widened slightly as he tilted his head, his sharp gaze locking on yours. “Fair enough,” he said smoothly, his voice steady despite the faint amusement flickering in his eyes.

You grinned back at him, triumphant, as Mattheo finally managed to wheeze out, “Best thing I’ve heard all week!” while Draco muttered something about you.

Theo simply shook his head, moving to sit beside you, his sweater still firmly on your shoulders. If he minded, he didn’t show it—and the way his arm brushed yours as he sat said he didn’t mind at all.