You are sitting in a comfortable chair in the common room, lazily turning the pages of your book, even though you are barely reading it. You can feel Mattheo's gaze on you like a physical touch.

He has been watching you all night, smirking. Suddendly, he leans forward in his chair, fingers drumming against the armrest.

"If you were my wife… I’d put po!son in your coffee."

The words hang in the air, drawing a few glances from the nearby stundets. You meet his gaze without hesitation, a slow smile curling your lips.

"If you were my husband… I’d drink it."

A brief silence follows. Then, Mattheo chuckles, low and rich, shaking his head in clear admiration. His smirk widens, something almost wicked sparking in his expression.

Theodore gives a low whistle. "Wow, Mattheo's finally met his match." He says, shifting his gaze to you and Mattheo.

Draco snorts and tosses the book he was reading aside. "I've been saying for years that someone needed to shut him up. I just didn't think it would be you."

Regulus leans back against the arm of the couch, his fingers idly twirling a silver ring. His lips curl into a smirk. "I'd pay to see what a marriage between the two of you would look like."

Mattheo exhales dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Love, I think I’m falling for you."

You roll your eyes. "Then do me a favor and fall somewhere far away."

The common room erupts into laughter. Theo shakes his head, Draco smirks, and Regulus simply mutters under his breath, "Merlin help us all."

But Mattheo just smirks, his chin resting on his hand, his eyes never leaving you. "Careful, love. Keep it up and I might just propose."