It was always like that.

You and Mattheo had been dating for nearly a year now, going through arguments because of both your jealousy phases and every shitty and ridiculous thing.

Yet. You love him. And Merlin, if you haven’t him wrapped around your pinky finger... Well, he will create a new word to describe how he's all over you.

But your fights and arguments are no secrets at Hogwarts. People are gossiping. Leading you to being questioned during lunch time.

"Honestly, sometimes I don’t understand why you're still with him," Enzo sighs, his fork toying with his food.

You look up at him, hesitating. Come on, it’s wouldn’t be serious... Well, fuck it.

"... Nine inches."

Damn, you actually said it. And the others now look at you, dumbfounded, their eyes darting to Mattheo, whose eyebrows raised in a surprise... But his stupid proud grin comes back so quickly.