You walk into the common room with your arms crossed, scanning the space. There’s an emptiness where Draco usually sits.

Theo is lounging near the fireplace with his long legs propped on a low table and a book in his hand.

“Hey, Theo, have you seen Draco?” you ask, stepping closer.

Theo shrugs without looking up. “No, I haven’t.”

You sigh lightly, your eyes drifting across the room.

“Lorenzo?” you call over.

“Nope,” he says with a small shake of his head, not even turning fully to face you.

You exhale through your nose and make your way toward an armchair nestled beside a tall bookcase. Regulus is sitting there.

“Reggy, have you seen Draco?” you ask.

“Nope… I have no idea where he is,” Regulus says smoothly.

You pause, scanning the room one last time — then your eyes land on him.

Mattheo leans casually against the wall, his arms folded across his chest like he’s been watching you the whole time. His expression is unreadable, that signature smirk just tugging at the edge of his mouth.

You approach with a knowing smile.

“Hi, Matty… you look handsome,” you say, your voice soft and teasing.

“Glad you noticed, baby girl,” Mattheo replies, the smirk growing as he tilts his head slightly.

Before you can respond, the door behind you opens. You turn just in time to see Draco storm in, his jaw tight and his stormy eyes scanning the room until they land on you and Mattheo.

“Oh yes, Mattheo, you’re so handsome,” Draco snaps.

You chuckle, stepping slightly aside so Draco has a clearer view of you.

“Found you,” you say, grinning up at him.

Draco smirks, but there’s a flicker of something softer in his eyes as he walks over and slides an arm around your waist.

“She is mine,” he says.

“Chill, bro. I know,” Mattheo replies, raising his hands in mock surrender.

You lean into Draco’s side with a small, satisfied smile.