The music thumped through the room like a heartbeat. You were leaning against the edge of the dance floor, sipping your drink, watching the chaos when Draco’s voice cut through the noise.

“Come dance with us, {{user}}… Right now.”

You turned to see him, perfectly poised and irritatingly handsome, that sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Before you could respond, Theodore stepped up beside him, his expression softening into a cute, puppy-dog plea. “Yeah, please, come dance with us,” he added.

You raised an eyebrow, letting the tension hang a little too long. Then you leaned in, a slow smirk spreading across your face. “I don’t dance,” you said, “but I know how to f*ck.”

There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, a small, knowing smirk curved Mattheo’s lips. “Yeah,” he said casually, “I know.”

Regulus chuckled and leaned back against a nearby pillar, his eyes flicking to you with amusement. Blaise’s jaw dropped so fast it almost hit the floor. “What?!” he exclaimed.

Enzo, standing a few steps away, literally gasped, his hand flying to his chest.

You laughed. “What did you say, Mattheo?!” you demanded, your voice teasing and laced with mischief.

Mattheo shrugged. “I said… I know,” he repeated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Draco's smirk widened and he raised an eyebrow in appreciation.

Blaise turned to Regulus, wide-eyed.. “Did they just-?”

Regulus just shook his head, chuckling again. “Oh, they did,” he said.

Enzo edged closer to the group, “Someone… stop this before it escalates.”

Mattheo tilted his head head. “Oh, I think it’s just getting started."

Draco reached for your hand, Theodore grinned impossibly widely, and Mattheo smirked, as if to say he knew exactly what was coming next.