You and Theodore were together. Everyone in Slytherin knew it—though you didn’t parade your relationship around like Draco flaunted his family name, it was obvious to anyone paying attention that the two of you were serious.

It hadn’t happened all at once. At first, it was just stolen glances across the classroom during Defence Against the Dark Arts—ones Enzo never failed to tease you about—or the quiet smiles Theo tried to hide after you laughed at one of his dry jokes. But then, it escalated: hands brushing in the corridors until they were properly entwined, late-night conversations that ended with you both falling asleep in the common room, and choosing seats beside each other at every opportunity.

Theo seemed lighter after you finally confessed your feelings—something Mattheo swore had taken ages. His usual brooding edge softened when you were around, and even Pansy had made a sly comment about how tolerable he was these days.

Now, you and Theo were almost inseparable. You sat together in the Great Hall at breakfast and dinner, your heads bent close as you whispered between bites of toast or pumpkin pasties. When Theo stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays, you stayed with him, spending hours together wandering the castle corridors or watching the snow fall from the Slytherin common room’s windows, green light shimmering beneath the lake outside.

Sometimes, though, you weren’t satisfied with just the day. After curfew, you’d sneak into the boys’ dormitory, careful not to wake anyone as you cracked the heavy door open. Murmuring quiet apologies, you’d tiptoe across the stone floor until you reached Theo’s bed. He always cast a Silencing Charm before drawing the emerald curtains shut, pulling you close under the warmth of the blankets.

Last night had been no exception. You’d slipped into their dorm, whispered a hushed “goodnight” to the others, and disappeared behind the curtains into Theo’s waiting arms.

So, when the wake-up enchantments yanked the curtains open the next morning, Mattheo was the first to notice. He stretched lazily in his bed before smirking across the room.

“Well, good morning,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. Theo groaned, dragging the pillow over his head, clearly annoyed at his friend’s interruption.

Draco raised a pale brow from his bed, his smirk nearly matching Mattheo’s, while Lorenzo shot you both a knowing look, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement.

The sight of you curled up in Theo’s bed was enough to make the whole dormitory snicker.