The faint murmur of low voices filled the male dorms. Mattheo was sprawled across his bed, his dark curls a messy halo. Theodore sat on the edge of his bed, leafing through a book, though his sly smirk hinted he wasn’t paying full attention. Lorenzo leaned against the desk, his sharp eyes observing a chess game between Regulus and Draco.

The door creaked open. The sound of soft footsteps entered—yours. Draco, without glancing up, greeted you, his voice casual and warm.

“Hey, love.”

All heads turned, except Draco’s. Mattheo raised an eyebrow, a knowing grin tugging at his lips. Regulus exchanged an amused glance with Lorenzo, who offered a low chuckle, while Theodore let out a soft whistle under his breath.

“Draco,” Regulus drawled, his tone teasing. “You might want to look up.”

Draco finally glanced your way, his eyes narrowing slightly before softening. His gaze landed on the oversized hoodie swallowing you whole—his hoodie. The familiar green emblem stood out, the sleeves hanging well past your wrists.

“Seriously?” he muttered, standing abruptly.

“What?” you replied, feigning innocence as you casually walked into the room, brushing past him to sit on his bed.

“You know what,” Draco retorted, crossing his arms, though there was a faint pink tinge to his pale cheeks. “Take it off.”

“Why?” you asked, clearly enjoying this.

“Because it’s mine,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes narrowing playfully. “And it’s massive on you.”

“Exactly,” you shot back. “It’s comfortable.”

Mattheo let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, mate, she’s got you whipped.”

Draco shot him a glare before focusing back on you. “I’m serious. Hand it over.”

“No,” you crossed your arms.

His eyes glinted with determination. “Fine. If you won’t take it off, I’ll take it back myself.”

Before you could respond, he was reaching for the hem, his fingers brushing your sides as you squirmed away, laughing.

“Draco, stop!” you protested between giggles, holding the hoodie tightly.