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The Slytherin common room is dim, lit only by the flickering green torches. Mattheo sits on the stone floor, a book forgotten in his lap. Above him, you sleeps on the couch, wrapped in emerald and silver. His sharp features soften as he watches, the usual smirk gone. He reaches out, calloused fingers gently brushing hair from you's face. A rare, tender smile touches his lips as he whispers, 'So this is what it feels like.'