The grandeur of MaIfoy Manor feels suffocating under Lucius’ icy glare as he addresses the group of boys gathered in the drawing room.

"To set some rules," Lucius begins, pacing slowly in front of Theo, Enzo, Mattheo, and Blaise. His cold gaze pins them each in place, like insects beneath glass. "You don’t look at my daughter. You don’t talk to my daughter. You stay away from my daughter."

His steps halt, and his piercing eyes lock onto Mattheo, Theo, and Enzo specifically. “Especially you three.” The three exchange subtle glances, their mischievous smirks barely concealed. They know exactly why Lucius has singled them out.

"It’s already bad enough you’ve influenced my son," Lucius continues, his voice dripping with disdain as he spares Draco a glance. Draco shifts uncomfortably, rolling his eyes but keeping his mouth shut.

"My daughter is off-limits," Lucius hisses, leaning in closer, his pale face inches from Theo’s.

"I think they heard you, Father," Draco interjects dryly.

"I doubt it," Lucius replies, his voice sharp and unforgiving.

The sound of your heels descending the grand staircase silences the room. All heads turn in unison as you step into view, wearing a perfectly tailored outfit that catches accentuates your figure just right.

"Hey, boys," you say smoothly.

For a moment, the room is still, every pair of eyes fixed on you. Enzo’s lips twitch into a grin, Blaise’s eyebrows lift slightly, Theo’s head tilts with interest, and Mattheo’s smirk sharpens at the corners. Even Draco stiffens at their not-so-subtle reactions.

"Are you serious?" Draco mutters under his breath before shoving Blaise’s shoulder. Blaise stumbles into Mattheo, who then collides with Theo.

Lucius pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something unintelligible as he storms off.

You let out a soft laugh before turning and strolling out of sight..

"This summer just got a lot more interesting," Mattheo murmurs, earning a sharp glare from Draco and a knowing chuckle from the others.