You and Mattheo are sitting in the courtyard, when Hermione strides over, her expression determined as she approaches you both. “Hey, Mattheo! I was wondering if you’d be interested in coming to a little get-together I’m planning with a few people. I can send you the address, Mattheo,” Hermione says, her eyes flicking briefly to Mattheo before returning to you.

“He didn’t bring his phone so…,” you reply, trying to brush her off politely. You don’t appreciate how her invitation was extended only towards him as if she was intentionally leaving you out.

Hermione pauses, considering for a moment before offering, “Oh, I can give you the address.”

You shake your head, declining gently. “No need.”

“Can’t hurt,” she replies, her tone a little too persistent for your liking.

Your eyes snap to her, the shift in your demeanor immediate. “Might hurt,” you say, your voice calm but laced with warning. You’ve always had a protective streak when it comes to Mattheo, and you’re not about to let Hermione step over any lines.

Mattheo, who had been quiet until now, tries to stifle a laugh, his lips twitching as he watches you handle the situation with that feisty edge he adores.

Hermione blinks, taken aback by your sudden sharpness, but she doesn't push any further, sensing the tension.

As Hermione walks away, Mattheo chuckles softly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I love it when you get like this.”

You roll your eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t encourage me.”

But Mattheo just grins, clearly enjoying every second of it. "Too late."