Mattheo leans casually against the cold stone wall, arms crossed over his chest. His smirk is lazy, but his dark eyes are locked onto you with a glint of amusement, like he’s enjoying a private joke at your expense.

"You kissed me," you say, your voice sharp, barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it is enough to fill the corridor.

Mattheo tilts his head slightly, his smirk deepening. "Because I kissed you… is that the problem?" His voice is smooth, teasing, like he’s daring you to react.

Without thinking, your hand swings up, the sharp crack of the sl4p ringing through the hallway. But instead of anger, he just lets out a low chuckle, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

Theodore, who had been watching from a few steps away, lets out a whistle. "Oh sh—"

Your hands curl into fists at your sides as you glare at Mattheo. "Stop treating me like I am some girl 0bsessed with you," you snap.

You turn on your heel and storm off, each step echoing down the corridor.

Mattheo watches you disappear around the corner, his smirk lingering. He exhales through his nose before turning back to Theodore, Regulus, and Draco, who had been watching like it was the most entertaining thing they’d seen all week.

"I know that she likes me. A lot." His voice is full of confidence.

Theodore laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that, mate."

Draco scoffs, running a hand through his hair. "You’re delusional."

Regulus remains silent, simply arching an eyebrow, but the amused glint in his eyes says enough.

Mattheo rubs his jaw where your hand had str/ck, feeling the lingering warmth of your touch mixed with the sting. His smirk widens, his gaze still locked on the space where you had disappeared.

"She’ll be back," he mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

Theodore snorts. "Sure, Mattheo. Keep dreaming."

Draco rolls his eyes, and Regulus shakes his head, but none of them miss the way Mattheo's expression lingers—like he’s already planning the next time he’ll push you just a little too far.