You’ve only been here a few days, yet every glance, every sway of your hips, every casual flip of your hair seems to entice and frustrate the guys equally.

“She’s doing it on purpose, isn’t she?” Enzo mutters.

Draco looks over at Enzo. “What do you mean?”

“Are you blind?” Enzo counters. “She knows she’s off-limits and keeps teasing us anyway.”

Draco acts unimpressed. “Relax, Enzo. She’s messing with us because she thinks we’re too smart to fall for it.”

Your gaze drifts over to them and you catch Theo’s eye. “If she wants to play games,” he says, rising from his seat, “I’m in.”

Mattheo leans back in his chair. “Are you sure you’re up for this, Theo?”

“His overconfidence will earn him a cozy room with a dementor,” Draco quips, rolling his eyes.

Theo chuckles, shrugging off the insult. “Don’t worry, ferret. I’ll be sure to tell your father that you said ‘hi.’”

"Looks like he's serious," Enzo states as they watch Theo confidently approach you.

“What’s up, baby Snape?” Theo says as he sits across from you. “Not very fair of you, don’t you think?”

You glare at him in a way that is worthy of your father’s name. “What’s really unfair is that I can’t get a moment’s peace from you.”

He leans in, brushing off the insult. “Oh, come on. That’s your own fault, princess. You’re messing with our heads on purpose and then want to claim you’re not enjoying the attention?” He lowers his voice. “I’m not buying it.”

You stand up, giving him one last once-over. “It must be exhausting being that good-looking and still so insufferable.”

As you walk away, Theo’s eyes stay glued to your curves. “Charming,” he mutters, sounding both amused and annoyed.

Enzo leans toward Draco. “That was a shutdown, right?”

Draco shrugs, feigning indifference. “That was to be expected.”

Before leaving the common room, you glance over at Mattheo. A playful smile tugs at your lips as he meets your gaze. If your presence was meant as a warning, it’s clearly having the opposite effect.