The common room was its usual mix of warmth and tension, with you lounging near the fireplace and Draco pacing dramatically. His voice carried across the room, as it always did when he was in one of his moods.

“That woman is driving me insane!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up for emphasis. “How can someone so small be such a huge pain in the a**? She’s so annoying, and she never stops talking!”

Your eyes narrowed as you sat up straighter. “I can hear every single word!”

Draco stopped, turned on his heel, and smirked. “I know.”

You stood, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “You are such an a**!”

“And you,” he shot back, his voice sharp but laced with that irritating smirk, “are a f*cking chatterbox!”

Your glare intensified. “And you’re arrogant. Pff… I hate you.”

Draco leaned closer, his tone dripping with mock disdain. “I hate you even more!”

Before you could retaliate, Theo, seated calmly in the corner with a glass of Firewhisky in hand, suddenly broke the tension. “Let me guess,” he said dryly, his voice cutting through the argument. “You two had s3x.”

The room fell silent.

Your eyes darted to Draco instinctively. His jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a thin line, but he said nothing. The look you shared was all the confirmation Theo needed.

Theo sighed, rubbing his temple as though exhausted by your antics. “Then please, shut up.”

Mattheo let out a loud laugh, his grin stretching ear to ear. Lorenzo chuckled softly, shaking his head, while even Pansy smirked behind her hand.

Draco, now slightly pink in the face, muttered under his breath, “You’re all insufferable.”

But the room had already erupted into laughter, leaving you and Draco standing there, glaring at each other but secretly, silently caught in the aftermath of Theo’s blunt—and accurate—observation.