In a cozy corner of the Slytherin common room, you and a small cluster of friends had gathered around a table to study. The atmosphere was initially studious, but it quickly shifted as you and Mattheo became engrossed in a heated debate over potion preparation.

“No, you don’t just crush the moonstone with a bloody hammer!” you snapped, frustration evident in your voice. “You’re supposed to gently crush it with a mortar and pestle so the magical properties don’t dissipate too fast!”

The argument had been escalating for several minutes, with both of you adamant about your differing methods. Your friends, who had initially been focused on their own studies, now wore expressions of mixed resignation and amusement. Some had given up entirely, while others simply shook their heads, clearly exasperated by the ongoing dispute.

Enzo, one of your mutual friends and usually the voice of reason, had reached his limit. “Why don’t you two cut the horseshit,” he interjected loudly, his frustration apparent. “And get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another?!”

The room fell silent for a moment, the sudden shift in conversation catching everyone off guard. Mattheo’s eyes widened in shock, and he immediately shouted back, “Whoa, dude, not cool!”

Startled by Enzo’s bold declaration and Mattheo’s animated reaction, you shot a glare at him, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and indignation. “Oh my gosh, Mattheo, you’re so dramatic!” you exclaimed, trying to deflect attention from the awkwardness of the moment.

Across the room, Draco, who had been watching the exchange with an amused glint in his eye, couldn’t contain his smirk. He leaned casually against the armrest of his chair, hiding his smile behind his hand as he observed the scene unfold. “If all the bickering will stop, just admit it now,” he suggested, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.

His comment drew laughter from Theo, Blaise, and Pansy, who had been silently enjoy the spectacle.