You were sitting at the end of the table, surrounded by your friends. You were only half-listening to the conversation about the match the following weekend. But you weren't paying attention to them anymore.

Across the hall, Mattheo was surrounded by his friends: Theodore, Draco, Blaise, Regulus and Lorenzo. They were laughing about something — Theodore had probably made a cutting remark, and Mattheo was leaning back in his seat, smirking.

Nobody knew that you were secretly in a relationship with Mattheo.

You didn’t mean to stare, but your eyes found him anyway.

Then, he looked up. Right at you.

It wasn’t just a glance. It was a pull. His eyes locked with yours as if he’d been waiting all night for you to look at him. For a moment, time seemed to pause.

You subtly tilted your chin towards the doors of the hall. A silent invitation.

Mattheo didn’t break eye contact as he stood up.

“I got to go for a minute,” he muttered to his friends.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Where to?”

Mattheo didn’t answer. He was already walking.

You slid off your bench, murmured a quick 'Be right back' to your friends and made your way towards the doors, your heart thumping too loudly in your chest.

You both reached the corridor outside the Hall.

“You wanted to talk?” Mattheo asked, the corners of his mouth still curving into a smirk.

You leaned in close, close enough to smell the faint trace of his cologne. “Yeah… I mean…” you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper, “Let’s go.”

He looked at your lips, lingering for a second too long. His pupils dilated slightly.

“Yeah…” he said, his voice quieter now. “Let’s go.”

He didn’t ask where. He didn’t need to. You both just knew.