Mattheo leaned back with his boots on the coffee table, casually twirling a ring between his fingers. Draco lounged nearby, a magazine open on his lap, though he clearly wasn’t reading it. Blaise and Regulus were engaged in a game of chess, barely paying attention to the board. Lorenzo sat cross-legged on the rug, lazily tossing a small apple into the air. Off to the side, Tom sat slightly apart, quietly absorbed in a thick book.

Then the door creaked open and you walked in, hand-in-hand with Theodore.

“Hey guys,” you say brightly, tugging Theo a step closer, “this is my current boyfriend, Theo.”

Everything freezes.

Theodore stops walking. “Current?” He says, turning his head slowly toward you.

You blink at him. “What?”

“What did you just call me?” he asks, his voice low.

You glance around, confused. “My current boyfriend?”

Theodore’s eyebrows shoot up. He lets out a short, incredulous laugh and steps back from you slightly. “We’ve been dating for three years… I gave you a promise ring,” he says, lifting your joined hands to emphasize the ring on your finger. “You’re going to be my wife, remember?”

“Yeah?” you say, smiling innocently.

“Current boyfriend? That’s all I get?” he repeats, staring at you like you’d just told him you didn’t believe in magic.

Mattheo leans forward from the couch, smirking. “So you’re looking for a new man, {{user}}?”

Lorenzo raises his eyebrows. “Well, I am single,” he offers, shrugging one shoulder.

“I’m gonna hex you both,” Theodore mutters, already reaching for his wand.

Blaise whistles and tosses his knight across the board. “Merlin, someone’s jealous.”

You laugh, squeezing Theo’s hand. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” Theodore says. “I’m not being dramatic. I’m being accurate. Three years, woman. Three years and a ring. You said current like I’m a placeholder!”

“Technically, you are a placeholder,” Mattheo quips. “For her future husband—which, hopefully for you, is also you.”

You grin and tug Theo closer. “I love you, Teddy.”

The tension leaves his shoulders immediately. His posture straightens, and he looks around the room like a man who’s just reclaimed his throne.

“Did you hear that?” Theodore says, smirking at the others. “She is all mine.”

“Merlin, you’re unbearable when you’re smug,” Draco says, not even looking up from his magazine.

“Only when?” Regulus adds, one brow arched, his attention still on his chess game.

You laugh again, content, and feel Theo press a soft kiss to your hair.