You’re running late for your night out with Pansy. With one hand clutching your dress and the other fumbling at the buttons of your blouse, you stop right in the middle of the hallway to change.

“Are you insane?” Pansy asks. “What if someone sees you?”

You smirk, already undoing the last button of your shirt. “And? I’m faster than their stares.”

You say it with conviction, but you’ve underestimated just how many pairs of eyes are already on you.

Theo notices first, his lips part but no words come out. It doesn’t take long for Blaise and Draco to follow his line of sight, both their heads snapping over in unison.

Draco clears his throat. “My father will definitely hear about this.”

Regulus shakes his head at Draco’s overly used threat. “And what, Malfoy? That you couldn’t stop staring?”

Draco glares, but he doesn’t deny it. Neither does Regulus, whose gaze flickers back to you as you wriggle out of your skirt.

Enzo tries to keep himself in check. “Don’t look,” he mutters under his breath. But eventually, his own curiosity betrays him as his eyes dart back toward you almost immediately.

Even Harry, who just happens to be walking past, falters mid-step. His gaze catches on you, lingering a second too long before Mattheo moves.

Mattheo steps directly into Harry’s line of sight. “Eyes somewhere else, Potter, unless you want me to hex them shut.”

Harry nods quickly as he disappears in the opposite direction.

Mattheo turns back, a smirk creeps in as he shamelessly lets his gaze sweep over you. He leans back against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the sight like he has every right to.

Meanwhile, you’re tangled halfway into your dress, your arms stuck through the wrong holes. “BIoody hell,” you mutter, trying to twist free.

Theo starts to head in your direction. “Guess I’ll check if she needs a hand.”

Mattheo’s head snaps to him. “She doesn’t need your help, Theo.”

“I need help!” you groan, struggling with the fabric.

Theo’s grin is slow and taunting as he walks toward you. “Hear that, Mattheo? She needs me.”

Before Mattheo can move, Enzo starts heading in your direction, too. “She probably needs a second opinion, yeah?”

Regulus chuckles. “And probably a third. Wouldn’t want to leave her stranded.”

Blaise pats Mattheo on the shoulder as he gives him an unapologetic smirk. “Well, if everyone else is going, I’m not missing out.”

Mattheo groans as almost all of his friends have gone to “assist” you. His jaw clenches, eyes narrowing dangerously as his gaze shifts to the one person still standing there.

“Don’t look at me,” Draco mutters, refusing to move. “I’m not joining that circus.”