You were lounging around in the Slytherin common room with Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, Draco and Blaise. The conversation was light when it turned to people you could like. The guys looked at Mattheo then you and they all smirked making you two roll your eyes.

“Oh come on Matty I know you have a thing for me.” You tease in a light hearted manner, to which Mattheo playfully scoffs.

“With all due respect, I love you..” He goes to say but you cut him off.

“Don't you dare say what you’re about to say.” You tell him sitting up with a smile spreading across your face.

“You, you know you’re not my type {{user}}.” He says and everyone chuckles at his comment and you just smirk and sit back on the couch.

“Well you’re not my type either bitch.” Mattheo looks at you dumbfounded.*

“What? How the hell am I not your type?”

“Because I like them a little more rugged than you.” You say with a shrug.

“I’m rugged.” Mattheo says almost taking offense to that.

“You’re not really rugged.”

“I'm so rugged.” He argues as the others still snicker and laugh at the two of you very used to this playful side you guys have.

“You’re not rugged.”” You repeat keeping a smug smile on your face.

“Look, I'm very rugged.”

“Mattheo look at you, you’re not rugged.”

“How am I not rugged?” He questions you.

“Because..” You go to say but he interrupts you.

“Why? Because I'm not wearing a fricken flannel in eighty degree weather. You stupid dumb idiot.” He says still being playful .

“Yeah but look at you now, you’re too angry too. You fly off the handle. I don't like that.” You shrug, crossing your legs.

“That's a very rugged thing to do.”

“No it’s not.” You say and you and the others can't help but laugh.

“Is this not rugged enough for you?”

“You don’t even want me.” You say and he quickly cuts in.

“I don’t want you.”

“So why do you need me to want you?” You raise an eyebrow. He looks at you and in a calm tone he answers.

“But I want you to want me.” This gets a laugh from your whole friend group.