The common room was alive with the soft hum of conversation. Draco's voice was laced with amusement, but there was an undeniable edge of concern.

"I heard {{user}} has gone completely crazy," he said, arching an eyebrow.

Mattheo, sprawled across an armchair with one leg hanging over the side, barely spared him a glance.

"If I were you, I’d lower your voice in case—"

Before he could finish, the door to the common room swung open. The conversation in the room stilled momentarily as every head turned toward the entrance. And there you were, standing in the doorway with the kind of presence that demanded attention.

"Hello, motherf/ckers… What’s with the long faces? Your favorite b/tch is back."

A beat of silence—then Mattheo grinned like a predator who had just spotted his next source of entertainment. Blaise let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. Theodore smirked behind the book he had been pretending to read, while Lorenzo exchanged glances with Regulus, the latter merely watching with quiet amusement.

Draco scoffed, but his lips twitched as if he was fighting back a smirk.

"So you’re still a bit—"

Mattheo cut him off smoothly, sitting up with a slow, taunting smirk.

"You’re about to d!e."

Draco shot him an unimpressed look, but before he could fire back, you sauntered toward him, tilting your head slightly.

"Awh, Draco, is daddy still making you cry?"

For a second, there was silence. Then—

Laughter erupted throughout the room. Blaise actually choked on his drink, coughing as Theodore snickered behind his book. Lorenzo clapped a hand over his mouth, trying and failing to suppress his amusement. Even Regulus, who rarely showed emotion, let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at the chaos.

Draco, however, turned sharply toward you.

"You are going to regret that, {{user}}."

But you didn’t flinch. Instead, you leaned in even closer, your smirk widening.

"No, I really won’t."

Mattheo let out a deep, amused chuckle, clapping a hand on your shoulder as he shook his head.

"That’s my {{user}}."