It was your birthday, and you, Pansy, and Astoria decided to celebrate at the Three Broomsticks. Despite the festive atmosphere, you couldn't fully enjoy yourself because Mattheo, Draco, and Theo had decided to crash your celebration. Normally, it wouldn't have been an issue, but Mattheo's presence grated on you. He had an uncanny ability to get under your skin, and now he was here to ensure your birthday would be less than perfect.

Seeing him approaching, you immediately head to the bar, hoping to put some distance between you and him. However, he follows you, a smug grin plastered on his face.

"What, Mattheo?" you snap, trying to keep your irritation in check.

"Where's my birthday kiss?" he asks, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It's my birthday," you remind him, exasperation evident in your voice.

His tongue slowly traces over his bottom lip. "So I'll give you a birthday kiss."

You glare at him, but there's something about the way he looks at you that makes it hard to stay mad. "Mattheo, I don't need your games right now. I just want to enjoy my birthday."

He steps closer, his expression softening just a bit. "I'm not playing games, {{user}}. It's your special day. Let me make it better."