In the common room, Mattheo smirks as he gives Draco a once-over, his gaze lingering on the plush, emerald-green onesie Draco has been made to wear after losing a bet to Theo.

"Nice onesie," Mattheo teases, barely holding back his amusement. "Does it come in men’s?"

Draco’s gray eyes gleam with dry amusement as he shoots back, "Oh, I think you come in men enough for all of us."

Theo bursts into uncontrollable laughter, nearly spilling his drink. "I—I can’t," he wheezes, wiping at his eyes.

"I hate to admit it," Blaise muses, looking at Mattheo, "but that was actually impressive."

You nod, nudging Mattheo teasingly. "I mean… he kind of got you there."

Mattheo exhales. "Alright, MaIfoy," he grins. "I’ll give you that one."

Draco smirks, smoothing down the fabric of his ridiculous onesie. "As you should."

Theo, still wheezing, collapses onto the couch beside you, shaking his head. "Gods, that was beautiful," he mutters. "I’m gonna remember this forever."

Mattheo groans, flopping down onto the couch beside you. "I hope you all choke."

Draco smirks wider. "Choke on what, RiddIe?"

Then, the laughter starts all over again.