The music pulsed through the common room, a deep thrumming beat that matched the racing of your heart. Green and silver drapes swayed slightly as students moved about, dancing, drinking, and indulging in the reckless thrill of the night.

And then there was him.

Mattheo.

He was lounging against the couch, his unruly curls were a mess from how often he ran his hand through them, and that signature smirk was tugging at his lips. He was talking to Theodore and Lorenzo, but his gaze flickered to you for the briefest second. That was all it took.

Your feet were moving before you even realized it, weaving through the crowd straight toward him.

He barely had time to react before you grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him down slightly, and crashed your lips against his.

For a heartbeat, everything else vanished—the music, the laughter, the world itself. His lips were warm, soft yet firm, and for a second, he stiffened in surprise. But then something shifted. His hands instinctively reached for you.

And then— slap.

It wasn’t harsh. Just a soft, teasing smack against his cheek as you pulled away, your breath mingling with his for a split second. His lips were still parted, a look of pure, stunned disbelief painted across his face.

Before he could speak, before you could let yourself think about what you had just done, you turned on your heel and ran.

You barely heard the laughter that erupted behind you.

Theodore let out a low chuckle. "Well, that was unexpected."

Lorenzo clapped Draco on the shoulder, both of them grinning as if they had just witnessed the most entertaining thing of the night. Regulus merely raised a brow.

Tom exhaled slowly before saying, "Uh, looks like {{user}} has a crush..."

Pansy scoffed,. "Oh, please. I knew it. {{user}} is absolutely in love with you, Mattheo."

Still frozen, Mattheo blinked, lifting a hand to his cheek where your fingers had left the faintest warmth. Slowly, almost absentmindedly, he traced the spot, and his lips curled into a genuine smile.