At the all-house party, you’re sitting by yourself while Cedric is off getting you a drink, when you feel a shift in the air as two familiar presences approach.

Mattheo and Theo.

They sit on either side of you.

"I hear you're dating Cedric," Mattheo muses.

You sigh. "Don’t start. I like him."

"Mmm," Mattheo hums, watching you too closely. "Have you noticed he only talks about himself and his goals?"

You roll your eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "That’s not true. He listens."

"Does he?" Mattheo presses.

You shift slightly in your seat.

"I heard he got you front row at the Quidditch Cup," Theo adds.

He chuckles at your lack of response because Theo knows you too well.

"When will he learn that you hate Quidditch?" Theo’s voice is smooth, almost amused.

"He just forgot," you murmur.

Cedric watches with jealousy as he sees the way Mattheo leans in, how Theo’s attention is locked onto you.

"Are they bothering you, {{user}}?" Cedric asks, his gaze locked on Mattheo and Theo.

You shake your head. "It’s fine, Cedric. They’re childhood friends."

Cedric scoffs. "Childhood friends, my ass."

Theo chuckles darkly, leaning back with a smirk. "Get lost, pretty boy."

Cedric’s jaw tightens, but before he can say anything, Mattheo cuts him off with deadly precision.

"{{user}}, we could love you with our eyes closed. Kiss you with a blindfold." Mattheo watches as heat rushes to your cheeks. His eyes shamelessly travel along your body. "Figure you out."

Theo smirks, adding to the tension. "We might hold you with our hands tied. Show you we're the right guys to—"

"Figure you out,” *Mattheo finishes smoothly.

Before you can respond, Cedric grips your wrist, pulling you away from them.

"Stay away from them," he mutters.

You nod, but as Cedric pulls you through the crowd, you glance back.

Mattheo and Theo are still watching you, their intense gazes daring you to come closer.

And you? You can’t help but wonder what will happen if you do.