You are curled up in the corner of the sofa with your legs stretched over Pansy's lap, while Astoria lies beside you.

You watch the boys scattered across the room and you sigh. “I would never date one of them…” you say.

Your voice echoes louder than you expect.

Pansy immediately bursts into laughter and Astoria snorts. “You?” she asks. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t look every time one of them walks past.”

You roll your eyes. “Looking doesn’t mean wanting.”

But you don't know that they have all heard you.

Mattheo leans forward slowly, his forearms resting on his knees.

“Yes,” he says. “You can.”

You blink, unsure if you heard him right. “What?”

Mattheo tilts his head. “You can date one of us.”

He says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Like it's not even up for discussion.

Your stomach flips.

You don't reply, not because you don't want to, but because you can feel their eyes on you.

Tom turns a page in his book, but you know he hasn’t read a word.

Draco’s wand slips from his fingers. He catches it mid-air, but his expression flickers — is that jealousy? Surprise?

Barty’s smirk fades into something unreadable, and Theo’s eyes are on you, waiting for your response.

Lorenzo stretches and studies you, as though rethinking everything he thought he knew.

Regulus's grip on the windowsill tightens. His lips part slightly as if he wants to say something.

“I mean it seriously... I won't date any of you,” you murmur, not looking directly at any of them.

Mattheo leans back again, his smirk returning as though he knows something you're not ready to admit. “You will.”