The door to the common room creaked open as the boys entered, their sweat-soaked clothes clinging to their bodies.

Mattheo tugged at his shirt, which clung to his chest and shoulders, accentuating his athletic build. “Ugh, that was brutal. I don’t think my legs will ever forgive me,” he groaned.

Tom followed close behind, a towel slung over his shoulder, the defined lines of his arms flexed slightly as he adjusted it.

Draco ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his broad shoulders rolling back as if shaking off the frustration. Blaise leaned against the doorway, the firelight highlighting the toned lines of his arms and chest beneath his damp shirt. “Maybe next time, we don’t waste ten minutes arguing about the strategy.”

Lorenzo and Theodore entered next. Lorenzo's clothes accentuated his slender frame. Theodore had a towel wrapped around his neck, while his shirt clung to the defined muscles of his chest. "I'd rather do another hour of training than listen to you two bicker," Theo said.

Finally, Regulus appeared. His tousled dark hair fell into his piercing eyes and he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt, revealing a flash of lean muscle beneath. "We weren't exactly at our best today."

The group settled into the room, tense as they brooded over the day's failures - until their eyes landed on you. Curled up in an armchair, you seemed blissfully unaware of their arrival.

For a moment, the room was silent.

Mattheo was the first to break it, his lips curving into a grin. "Well, if it isn't our favourite distraction."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Enjoying the show?" he asked.

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away. "I wasn't watching," you said.

Draco chuckled. "Right. And we're supposed to believe that?"

Blaise shook his head. "They might start to think you're their number one fan."

Regulus laughed softly. "You'd better be. Someone has to think we're worth watching after today's performance."

They may have been annoyed by the day, but seeing you seemed to be just the distraction they needed.