The music pulsates through the crowded party. Mattheo is standing nearby with his friends: Regulus, Draco, Lorenzo and Theodore. His grin is aimed directly at you. He's just made another of his flirtatious quips, but you're unfazed, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

You’ve seen his game before, and you're not falling for it. While his charm might work on others, you know better than to get caught in his web.

As the night carries on, someone calls your name from across the room. “Come on, sing for us!” they encourage.

You hesitate for just a moment, then stand, gathering the attention of the room as you make your way toward the microphone. Mattheo's eyes follow you, a smirk creeping onto his face.

You take the mic and the music shifts. With a confident glance over at Mattheo, you begin to sing:

"Superstar, where you from? How's it going? I know you got a clue what you're doing You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here But I know what you are, what you are, baby..."

Mattheo’s grin falters for a split second, and you notice Regulus exchanging a quick, knowing glance with Draco.

You continue:

"Look at you gettin' more than just a re-up Baby, you got all the puppets with their strings up Fakin' like a good one but I call 'em like I see 'em I know what you are, what you are, baby..."

Draco chuckles quietly, nudging Regulus. "She’s not holding back," he mutters under his breath. Regulus smirks. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

Mattheo shifts, his usual cocky demeanor slipping for the first time:

"Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer Oh, womanizer, oh, you're a womanizer, baby You, you-you are, you, you-you are Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer..."

The crowd stirs, some people exchanging glances, others laughing. Regulus looks at Lorenzo, his expression neutral but his eyes glinting with amusement. "That’s one way to make a point," he says.

As you finish the song with a final, pointed look at Mattheo, the room erupts in applause.