The flickering flames of the fireplace cast a glow across the common room. The air buzzed with a low murmur of voices, but the moment felt strangely charged as you sat in one of the armchairs near the fireplace, your lips wrapped around a cherry-red lollipop.

Pansy tilted her head with a knowing smirk. Her eyes darted from you to the group of boys scattered around the room, all of whom seemed to have their eyes fixed on you. “All the boys are looking at you,” she murmured.

Your eyes flicked up, catching each one of them in turn.

Draco had a smirk tugging at his lips, though his stormy gray eyes were undeniably fixed on you, following the slow swirl of your lollipop.

Mattheo sat sprawled out on the arm of another chair, his tie loosened and his hair a mess, his dark eyes glinting with unrestrained mischief. He caught your gaze and raised a brow, lips curling in a lopsided grin that screamed trouble.

Tom watched you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. His dark eyes held a glint of something deeper—curiosity, perhaps, or maybe intrigue.

Blaise leaned casually on the side of a bookcase, his expression unreadable save for the faint quirk of his lips. His eyes tracked the lazy motion of the lollipop.

Theodore seemed the most nonchalant, though the sharpness of his gaze betrayed his interest. He grinned slightly, his expression one of lazy flirtation.

Lorenzo stood by the window. His gaze lingered on you, a subtle smile tugging at his lips as though he found the entire situation entertaining.

Regulus sat nearest to you, lounging in a relaxed yet deliberate pose, his fingers drumming on the armrest of his chair. His piercing eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and something more playful.

The room seemed to hold its breath as you shifted slightly in your chair, their gazes burning into you like a tangible weight. You allowed a slow, teasing smile to curve your lips, savoring the power in the moment.

“Careful,” you said. “You might give me the wrong idea.”