It’s late in the Slytherin common room, the fire crackles in the hearth, the lake outside gives off a green glow illuminating the common room dimly. Most students are already in their respected dorms…except for two people.

Mattheo is draped over an armchair with his irritating yet charming smirk. He’s twirling hsi wand between his fingers without a care in the world which irritates you.

“Mattheo, are you even listening to me?” You speak a bit frustratedly, your arms crossed over your chest as you stand a few feet from him.

Mattheo glances at you for a brief moment his smirk only growing.

“Uh huh.”

You look at him, your lips forming a tight line. You can see his expression, that smirk that never goes away, that twinkle in his eyes giving away his amusement, the way he's on the chair as if it’s his throne.

“Ugh I hate your guts.” You say bitterly although you try to sound convincing.

Mattheo fully looks at you, leaning forward in the armchair as his smirk stubbornly stays in place. His amusement grows and he sets his wand down and intertwines his hands, his elbows resting casually on his legs.

“Hmm, that may be true but..I’ve been in yours.”

You stare at him, your arms dropping to your sides in shock. You can’t believe what just came from his mouth, you're speechless.

Mattheo leans back in the chair his smirk formign into a grin.

“Still hate me Trouble?” His words fall out of his mouth smoothly, effortlessly like he’s trying to make you admit to something.

You stare right back at him your demeanor not faltering as you stand your ground.

“More now than ever.”

Mattheo chuckles quietly his amusement with your stubbornness growing.

“Good…makes it more fun for me.” His words drip with amusement and he knows you can hear it.

You look at him, your knuckles turning white with how white your knuckles are turning at your sides.

“F/ck you Mattheo.” You mutter you patience hanging on by a thread.

His grin grows almost wolfish as he knows hes cornered you like a caged animal. He speaks clearly and slowly making sure you hear him speak every single word.

“You already did.”

Behind you the fire crackles almost mockingly as it too knows you're lost for words.

The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The silence is deafening and the tension between you two is high, you could cut it with a knife. You look at him, your brain short circuiting from his words. Your mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. You both know he’s got you there and you can’t find a retort.