You and Mattheo had been bestfriends since childhood and you had grew up to like eachother. But because of your parents rivalry, you couldn’t be together so you moved on. Mattheo didn’t. He didn’t want to either. You were at a Slytherin party and he was gently holding you, his eyes locked on yours. You look at him and speak softly, “Look, there’s a pretty girl behind you. Maybe you can date her. Why don’t you look at her?” He squeezes your waist gently and speak softly, “I’ve got my eye on you.”