The cool breeze from the Black Lake brushed against your skin, the soft sound of water lapping at the shore blending with the low hum of conversation around you. You sat on the grass, nestled between Tom Riddle and Draco, with Theo, Blaise, and Lorenzo lounging nearby.

You leaned back, staring at the group. “Alright, random question,” you said, smirking as the boys groaned. “What’s the biggest scar on my body?”

Mattheo, who was lying in the grass with his arms behind his head, glanced at you. He answered quickly, his voice confident.* “Biggest scar? Easy. It’s on your leg.”

You raised a brow, intrigued by his attempt to impress. “Ah, which leg? Bonus question…”

Mattheo’s confident expression faltered, he didn’t know.

Before anyone could react, Tom, who had been sitting beside you, immersed in his book, spoke up. “Left. On your inner thigh, if you want me to be precise.”

Silence fell over the group as everyone turned to look at Tom. Mattheo sat up, his eyes narrowing as the realization dawned on him, as the other boys exchanged wide-eyed glances. Mattheo’s face twisted with a mixture of disbelief as it clicked. You and Tom had sex.

“What the hell?” Mattheo muttered under his breath, angrily and in a swift motion, he got to his feet and stormed over to Tom. Without warning, he swung his fist, landing a punch to Tom’s jaw.

Tom groaned, the sudden force making him stumble, but his expression didn’t change. With a flick of his wrist, Tom’s wandless magic sent Mattheo flying backward, crashing into the ground with a dull thud.

You gasped. And you moved quickly toward Tom, who was now rubbing his jaw, his skin slightly flushed from the impact.

“Come on,” you muttered, tugging at his sleeve. “Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

Tom didn’t protest. He closed his book with a soft snap and stood, his dark eyes unreadable as he followed you. Behind you, the boys remained silent, their eyes on Mattheo, who was slowly picking himself up, still dazed from the fall.