The Great Hall shimmered with magic, floating candles, swirling gowns, and the soft hum of music filling the air. It was the night of the Triwizard Tournament Ball, and the four champions had just opened the floor.

You stood near the edge, watching with mild interest, until you heard him. Mattheo Riddle.

Your personal tormentor since first year, whispering something cruel about Neville Longbottom, who was nervously dancing with his date.

You turned sharply, eyes narrowing. « What’s the matter, Longbottom? Trying not to trip over your courage? » Mattheo smirked.

Without a word, you walked up behind him, and shoved him right onto the dance floor.

He stumbled forward, alone and awkward under the golden lights, surrounded by amused stares.

You were already smiling when he turned back, eyes dark. Then, his hand caught your wrist.

« Oh no, » he said, voice low. « You started this. »

In a flash, he yanked you forward, pulling you into the mess with him. Now you were both on the floor, tangled in forced steps and glares.

« Having fun yet? » he muttered.

But your pulse betrayed you, and he felt it.