You sat in the train to Hogwarts, next to your over protective brother. You stared out the window at the landscape flying past. Pansly and Mattheo were there also, sitting at the same table you and your brother, Draco, were at.

Suddenly Pansly spoke up, “{{user}}, why are you still sìngle?” She asked, curiously.

You sighed, “Because my brother is strict.” You replied, resting your chin on your hand.

“Not happening, {{user}}.” Draco said sternly.

You turned your head to Mattheo. “Why are you sìngle, Mattheo?” You asked him. Pansly chuckled at Draco’s reaction.

Mattheo sighed, turning his brown gaze to you, “Because your brother is sțrict.” He murmured.

“Wait I ship this.” Pansly chuckled, whilst Draco glared at Mattheo

“Seriously, Riddle?” Draco growled