You walk into the Slytherin common room, your face a mix of annoyance and exhaustion. The low murmur of conversations ceases as Theo glances up from his seat, a smirk already forming on his lips.

“She’s here,” Theo says lazily, his voice directed toward Mattheo.

Mattheo, lounging comfortably on the couch with his usual cocky grin, looks up and meets your gaze as you approach. His eyes light up, clearly enjoying the sight of your frustration.

“What’s up, princess?” he says, the grin widening. “You look a bit tired.”

You sigh heavily, rolling your eyes. "What do you want from me, Mattheo?"

Mattheo's gaze shamelessly roams over you, taking his time before responding, his smirk never faltering. “I mean, isn’t that obvious?”

The comment sends a wave of irritation through you. Without thinking twice, you slap him hard enough to make your point.

“This is all your fault,” you snap, your eyes narrowing at him.

Mattheo’s jaw twitches as he works it from side to side, processing the hit. Theo lets out a soft chuckle from his spot, clearly amused by the exchange.

“Come on,” Theo says, his voice low and teasing, “don’t be mad, bella.” He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in your direction. “We know you enjoyed it.”

You wave the smoke away from your face, glaring at the both of them. “You two are such idiots.”

Theo chuckles deeply, his gaze holding yours with a knowing look. “That hurt.”

Mattheo looks back and forth between you and Theo, his confusion evident as he rubs his jaw.

“Why the hell does she only hit me? I didn’t even say anything.”

Theo smirks, locking eyes with you again. “She probably has a favorite.”

Your cheeks flush slightly at Theo’s words. You can feel both of their eyes on you, watching, waiting for your reaction.