You’re seated at a long wooden table surrounded by Hermione and Pansy. Books are spread out in front of you, but your mind is clearly elsewhere.

"I had a dream about Mattheo last night... okay? Stop asking questions," you say, sighing as you set your quill down.

"What kind of a dream?" Hermione asks, raising an eyebrow.

"We were in the same bed... shirtless..." you mumble, glancing around nervously.

"Shirtless?!" Hermione gasps, her quill clattering onto the table.

"Oh. My. God." Pansy leans in dramatically, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, well, I don’t control my brain," you snap, throwing up your hands.

Before anyone can press further, Theodore saunters into the library, carrying a book and looking relaxed.

"Hey girls... what’s up?" Theodore asks as he drops into a chair.

"Mattheo’s appeared in {{user}}’s dream—" Pansy blurts out.

"Pansy, shut up!" you hiss, glaring at her.

"Okay, sorry! I won’t tell..." Pansy says, holding her hands up innocently. "Not that I have to," she mutters under her breath.

Before you can respond, footsteps echo through the room. Mattheo strolls in, his signature smirk plastered on his face, looking like he’s up to no good.

"Did I just hear my name?" Mattheo asks, his eyes scanning the group.

"No! The world doesn’t spin around you, Mattheo," you snap, crossing your arms.

"Could’ve fooled me," Mattheo says, his smirk widening as he leans casually against the edge of the table.

Hermione shifts awkwardly in her chair, clearly debating whether to say something. Pansy stares at Mattheo, barely containing her excitement, while Theodore flips through his book, entirely unfazed.

"So... no dreams then?" Mattheo asks, his gaze flicking to you, amusement dripping from his tone.

"Don’t you have somewhere else to be?" you grumble, glaring at him.

"Nope. I think I’ll stay right here," Mattheo says, his grin never faltering as he slides into the seat directly across from you.

The tension in the room thickens as Mattheo’s eyes remain locked on yours, his smirk making your cheeks burn.