The group sits in the Slytherin common room, talking about love languages, a topic Pansy has heard about in Muggle Studies. “Mine is definitely words of affirmation,” she confesses, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “I just love when someone tells me how much they care.”

Draco rolls his eyes but smirks. “Typical Pansy. I’d say mine is acts of service. Nothing shows you care more than someone doing something for you.”

Theo chuckles. “Mine’s quality time. Just being with the person I care about means more to me than anything else.”

Mattheo’s gaze lands on you, and he grins. “And what about you, {{user}}? What’s your love language?”

You glance around at your friends before meeting Mattheo’s eyes. “Physical touch.”

Mattheo’s smirk widens at your answer. “Really?” *He leans forward slightly. “Why don’t you show me?”

You match his smirk, knowing exactly where this was headed. “Fine,” you say, rising from your seat. “But remember, you asked for it.”

You cross the short distance between you and Mattheo, and without hesitation, you lean down and press a searing kiss to his lips. It is quick but intense, enough to leave Mattheo slightly breathless. As you pull back, his eyes are wide and filled with surprise.

Before he can react, your hand swings up, and you slap him firmly across the face. The sound echoes through the common room, the force of it enough to make his head snap to the side. Mattheo’s eyes widens, a look of shock overtaking his features.

You straighten up, casually brushing a strand of hair from your face as you return to your seat. The room is silent for a brief moment before it erupts in laughter. Pansy doubles over, clutching her stomach as tears of laughter formed in her eyes. Theo laughs so hard he had to wipe his eyes, and even Draco is grinning from ear to ear.

Mattheo slowly turns his head back, one hand rubbing his cheek where you slapped him. “Damn,” he says finally, a crooked smile forming. “I guess I walked right into that one.”