The common room was bathed in a dim, emerald glow from the torches lining the stone walls. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows over the group sprawled across the velvet couches. It was late, the castle quiet, and the conversation had drifted into dangerous territory—you.

Theodore was the first to speak. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, leaning back against the couch with his usual air of nonchalance. A smirk curled at his lips as he said, “I dated her.” His voice was smooth, but there was a glint in his eyes, a flicker of something p0ssessive.

Lorenzo, lounging beside him, let out a low chuckle. “I made her laugh.” His tone was softer, almost smug in a different way—like what he had was something no one else could ever replicate. Something simple, yet unforgettable.

Draco, perched on the armrest of the couch, scoffed. He adjusted his cufflinks, his rings catching the firelight. “I gave her money.” His voice was cool, detached, as if that was all that needed to be said. As if wealth was the only thing that mattered.

Regulus, who had been quiet up until now, finally glanced up from where he sat in the corner, his sharp grey eyes glinting in the dim light. “I protected her,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. It was a statement laced with quiet power, a truth he didn’t need to explain.

Pansy, sprawled elegantly in her chair, raised an arched brow as she turned her gaze to the last boy in the room. "What about you, Mattheo?"

The air shifted.

Mattheo leaned back against the couch. His dark curls fell into his eyes as he tilted his head, lips quirking at the corners—but he didn’t answer.

He just smirked.

And somehow, that said more than any words ever could.

He was your first love.