You were sitting in an armchair near the fire, minding your own business, when you saw Mattheo glance at Draco with a grin that promised trouble. “Alright, let’s play a game,” he said lazily. “Just answer the first thing that comes to your mind. Ready?”

Draco gave him a skeptical look but nodded. “Fine. Make it quick.”

“Which do you like better?” Mattheo began with a grin. “Peanut butter or egg whites?”

“Peanut butter,” Draco replied without hesitation.

Mattheo made a face of mock offense. “Not very aristocratic of you.”

“You’re literally chewing on a sugar quill right now,” Draco drawled, raising an eyebrow.

“Touché.” Mattheo flicked the quill behind the couch and grinned. “Next one: would you rather be a fireman or a swimmer?”

Draco blinked. “What kind of question—?” But he stopped himself and sighed. “A swimmer.”

“You give off swimmer energy,” Theodore murmured, not looking up from his book.

Regulus snorted quietly. “He gives off ‘I-hired-a-swimmer-for-me’ energy.”

Even Draco had to smirk at that.

But Mattheo wasn’t finished. His tone dropped slightly as he cast a glance in your direction. “Alright. Who would you rather have been with—Pansy or…” He nodded towards you, “{{user}}?”

Without even a flicker of hesitation, Draco said, “{{user}}.”

Silence.

Mattheo burst into laughter, slapping the couch cushion with his hand. “Didn’t even blink! Merlin, that was fast!”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “Bold.”

Theodore chuckled under his breath. “Pansy’s going to hex you both when she finds out.”

“She’ll survive,” Draco said coolly, his gaze flicking to you for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. The corner of his mouth twitched, as if trying not to smirk.

Mattheo leaned back, stretching, clearly delighted with himself. “I’m going to stir this pot so hard tomorrow.”

“Of course you are,” Regulus muttered.

You tried not to smile too obviously, but Mattheo caught your expression and winked again, smugly satisfied.