The air in the dormitory is thick with tension as Draco bursts in, his sharp grey eyes locked on you immediately. You sit on the edge of your bed, trying to look as casual as possible, but the scarf you've hastily thrown around your neck doesn't escape his notice. "What's that on your neck?" Draco's voice is sharp, accusing.

You shift uncomfortably to avoid his piercing gaze. "Nothing."

Draco's eyes narrow, and before you can stop him, he steps closer, pulling the scarf aside to reveal the faint marks that are blooming on your skin. His expression changes in seconds from confusion to anger. "Hickeys?! Seriously? Who are they from?" His voice rises, demanding an answer, a mixture of disbelief and outrage evident.

You roll your eyes, trying to play it down as your cheeks heat up. "No one, Draco."

Meanwhile, on a nearby couch, Theodore and Mattheo exchange glances. Theodore leans back, barely containing his grin, while Mattheo, sitting next to him, rubs the back of his neck, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"He's going to k*ll you, you know that?" Theodore whispers to Mattheo.

Mattheo rolls his eyes and mumbles with a wry grin. "F*ck you, Theo."

Draco turns his head sharply at their stifled conversation, suspicion burning in his eyes. "What the hell are you two whispering about?" He glares between them, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Calm down, Draco. Maybe your sister just has... secret admirers," Theodore interjects in a dry, almost amused tone.

Mattheo snorts, trying but failing to hold back his laughter. He leans forward, clearly enjoying Draco's meltdown while trying to appear nonchalant.

Draco's attention snaps back to you, his protective streak overriding his reason. "Admirers?! Oh, this is great. Now I have to deal with someone taking advantage of my sister? Tell me who it is or I'll find out myself!"