The common room was dimly lit, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as a handful of students lounged on the plush armchairs and sofas scattered throughout. You were seated on the couch with a sly grin on your face, your voice animated as you waved your hands for emphasis. Across from you, Mattheo reclined in an armchair, one leg draped over the other, watching you with an expression that teetered between amused exasperation and intrigue.

Clearing your throat, you adopted a mockingly shy expression, biting your lip and darting your gaze around dramatically. “Oh, I’m Mattheo,” you said in a soft, high-pitched voice, clasping your hands together and fluttering your lashes. “I’m so shy. Please don’t look at me, I’m just too sensitive for all this attention.”

The room erupted into laughter, even Draco snorted from his place by the window. Mattheo, however, didn’t join in. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his dark eyes fixed on you with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m not shy,” he said simply, his voice low but firm.

You raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “Oh really? Could’ve fooled me.”

He leaned back, his gaze never leaving yours. Then, with a casual, almost lazy air, he dropped the bomb. “I’m not shy,” he repeated, his tone dripping with mock innocence, “I’ve just been too busy picturing you n4ked.”

The room went dead silent. You blinked, utterly caught off guard, your teasing demeanor frozen in place.

“Mattheo!” Draco hissed, his expression caught somewhere between shock and incredulous amusement.

Lorenzo let out a low whistle, while Theodore, who had been quietly observing from the corner, arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a faint smirk.

Mattheo didn’t flinch. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned forward again, his grin widening. “What? Just thought I’d match the energy.”