Mattheo sat on the couch, his legs stretched out lazily. “She’s absolutely breathtaking,” he said, voice rich with admiration. “Everything about her—the way she looks at me, the way she smirks when she knows she’s right, the way she—”

Draco let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back against the couch. “Alright, alright, we get it, you’re in love. Spare us the poetry.”

Lorenzo chuckled. “Merlin, mate, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this smitten. Who even is this mystery girl?”

Theodore suddenly straightened up, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah, seriously—who is Mattheo’s girlfriend?”

At that moment, all eyes turned toward Mattheo, waiting for his answer. But instead of responding, he simply tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting toward you. A small smirk played on his lips, challenging you to speak.

You leaned back against the arm of the couch. “This girl right here.”

Lorenzo coughed. “Wait—what?”

Draco blinked in disbelief. “You have got to be joking.”

Theodore’s eyebrows shot up. “Huh. That actually makes a lot of sense.”

Mattheo grinned, looking far too pleased with himself as he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Took you guys long enough to figure it out,” he said.

Draco scoffed. “You’re telling me I’ve had to endure this much talk about her and it was you the entire time?”

Lorenzo was still staring at you both. “I mean, now that I think about it... yeah, that actually checks out. But still—mate, you could’ve just told us.”

Theodore smirked. “Nah, this was way more entertaining.”

Mattheo chuckled, his thumb absentmindedly tracing over your knuckles as he leaned in closer. “Told you they’d be shocked.”

You only laughed, squeezing his hand before shooting him a playful look. “Oh, I knew.”