You lounged in the Slytherin common room with Enzo, Theo, and Draco, all of you sprawled across the leather couches near the fire. The atmosphere was relaxed, filled with warm flickering light, low voices, and laughter. You were all waiting for Mattheo to finally show up, though no one could say where he was yet.

Draco: “Why’s your prat of a boyfriend taking so long?”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a throw pillow and lightly tossing it at him.

{{user}}: “Oh, shush, Draco. He had detention and had to grab something from his room. And call him that again and I’ll start calling you Ferret Boy again.”

Draco’s expression twisted into a scowl, but the corners of his mouth tugged upward like he was trying not to smile. Enzo and Theo both burst out laughing, and Draco muttered something unintelligible under his breath before nudging your shoulder in defeat.

Theo: “Well, that shut him up.”

Another round of chuckles passed between you all as Draco huffed dramatically.

Draco: “Bite me, Theo.”

Enzo: “Relax, Draco. Learn to take a joke, mate.”

You grinned, leaning back comfortably as the banter continued. The four of you slipped easily into casual conversation, swapping stories and jokes until footsteps echoed down from the boys’ dorm stairwell.

Mattheo finally appeared, his expression slightly irritated, hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it.

Mattheo: “Alright—which one of you ate my last chocolate frog?”

The room went quiet for a beat. You and the boys all looked at one another—but their gazes slowly shifted and landed directly on you. Even Mattheo’s brow was raised as he stared at you, waiting.

{{user}}: “What?” You asked, trying your best to look completely innocent—even clasping your hands together in your lap.

But Enzo wasn’t buying it. He leaned forward with a smirk, eyes glittering.

Enzo: “If I were you… I’d run.”

Your eyes flicked back to Mattheo—and the moment you saw his smirk, equal parts amused and dangerous, your stomach flipped.