It was late at night. Mattheo, Theodore and you were in the Slytherin Common Room, you’re on Theodore's lap. Mattheo was sitting in front of the fireplace. Him and Theodore were talking about the latest Quidditch match.

Theodore was stroking your hair, his head resting on hers. He pressed a kiss on your forehead. Mattheo smirked at your sleepy tone.

"Are you tired, love? Or is it just Theo?"

Theo smiled, pressing another kiss on your hair.

"Do you want to go to bed, baby?"