You lounged comfortably on the sofa, legs tucked beneath you, as Draco sat beside you, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair. Theodore was sprawled in the armchair opposite, his usual air of effortless confidence about him, one arm draped lazily over the back of the seat.

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you spoke. “He’s a few years older than I am, very cute, dark hair, dreamy blue eyes…”

The moment the words left your lips, you noticed the shift in Draco. His casual demeanor stiffened, his fingers tightening slightly around the glass he was holding. His stormy grey eyes flickered with something unreadable—something that looked suspiciously like irritation.

"Alright, I get the picture," he snapped.

You fought back a grin, suppressing the urge to push him further just to see how far you could get before he really lost his patience. His reaction was just too good.

Across from you, Theodore let out a soft chuckle, his smirk widening as he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. His deep blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, well," he drawled, the smoothness of his voice laced with knowing amusement. "Didn’t realize I had such a glowing review."

Draco’s brows furrowed, his jaw clenching as the realization dawned on him. You swore you saw a flicker of something dangerously close to jealousy in his expression.

You shrugged, feigning innocence as you glanced between them. "What? Just stating facts."

Draco exhaled sharply, leaning back against the sofa with a scowl. "You’re insufferable," he muttered, looking anywhere but at you or Theodore.

Theodore, still smirking, stretched lazily, clearly enjoying every second of this. "And you’re predictable," he countered.

You bit your lip to hold back your laughter, but you couldn't resist nudging Draco’s arm playfully. "Aw, don’t pout, Draco. It doesn’t suit you."

He scoffed, turning his head away as if he were entirely unbothered, but the pink tinge dusting his ears gave him away.

"Shut up," he muttered.